Years ago, when I was a Noisykid, Mass on Mother's Day started with the Priest commanding all of us to 'turn to the person next to you, and wish them a Happy Mother's Day.'
I turned to my older brother, the one who is now a priest, and said, "Happy Mother's Day, you mother!"
It is imprudent to suggest actions to a teenager.
Below are the flowers that the Noisykids got for their mother. The Noisykids are very happy for credit cards and the internet which made ordering flowers a breeze.
Mom also got a Cookie Bouquet from the children. They picked 13 flowers for a reason. Four pink cookies represent the four daughters she has given to me. The eight blue cookies represent the eight sons she has given to me as well. The yellow flower, although it has the name 'Mom' on it, actually represents our little Yellow Rose of Texas, Anastasia, whom we lost in 1999. She is our little Rose of San Antone.
Flowers and cookies do not begin to touch the amount of sacrifice and love that my wife gives to me and to my children. Truly I am blessed with a wonderful woman and a great mother for my children. I am also blessed with a wonderful Momofdadwithnoisykids!
Motherhood Quote from Erma Bombeck:
"overtime" when the angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling
around this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order? She has to becompletely washable, but not plastic; Have 180 moveable parts... all replaceable; Run on black coffee and leftovers; Have a lap that disappears when she stands up; A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair; And six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord. "It's the
three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks,
"What are you kids doing in there?" when she already knows. Another here in
the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know,
and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs
up and say, "I understand and I Love You" without so much as uttering aword."
"Lord", said the angel, toughing His sleeve gently, "Come to bed. Tomorrow..."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I'm so close to creating something so close to
myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick... can feed a
family of six on one pound of hamburger... and can get a nine-year-old to
stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she
"But tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this mother
can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Not only think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a
leak," she pronounced. "I told You. You were trying to put too much into
"It's not a leak," said the Lord, "it's a tear."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride."
"You are a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there."
Another Story from Dinner Tonight:
To those who want to know about the Noisykids, here goes. My 21-month old daughter was sitting in her high chair to my right, and after eating all that she wanted of her dinner, she followed standard procedure and dumped the leftovers on her tray.
No big deal.
A minute later one of the other girls whispered to me to look at the baby. She was removing all the food from her tray and was stuffing it down the front of her dress.
Suggested Wacky Mass Song:
I recommended this opening song to our Pastor, because he insists on us singing all the verses of the entrance hymn. This makes sense, when you consider that he may have 20 altar boys, and he incenses the altar before beginning the prayers. I doubt he will take me up on it, but it is worth trying.
The organist passes out at the end.
I found this because the Noisykids wanted a keyboard to practice piano on, and I insisted that it be capable of playing Iron Butterfly's 17-minute long song "In-a-gadda-da-vida." I did a quick search of Youtube and found this video first.
This song was released the same year Wifeofdadwithnoisykids was born - 1968!