tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544888348273161265.post7880975347899858104..comments2024-01-27T22:55:22.979-08:00Comments on Lisa T Cresswell: Blog #7 A Very Important Day July 7thLisa T. Cresswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03236954388520308165noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544888348273161265.post-79280645300797692282013-07-11T19:46:22.777-07:002013-07-11T19:46:22.777-07:00Aw shucks mom :) I love you~Aw shucks mom :) I love you~Lisa T. Cresswellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03236954388520308165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544888348273161265.post-1855948129157552702013-07-10T18:19:33.067-07:002013-07-10T18:19:33.067-07:00In my bedroom is a large almost 50 year old walnut...In my bedroom is a large almost 50 year old walnut and rosewood dresser. It has three large drawers in the center and three smaller drawers on each side of the large ones. In the lower left hand small drawer are many secret treasurers left by their owners so many years ago. These are my treasurers now. One in particular is called into memory today. It is a hand drawn picture of a baby shoe, the one shoe itself and a poem about that shoe. The poem tells of how the owner wore the shoe,scuffed it a bit and now it is no longer white, but a nice shade of light brown. Now that the shoe lives in the drawer it is not alone because it resides with a pair of old glasses, some old pictures and is cared for with lots of love. The shoe hopes to live in the drawer forever. I'm Lisa's mother and I love that old shoe and the person who wore it some many years ago. Over the years I've had the privilege of reading Lisa's poems and stories and I hope that everyone will now be able to share her love of reading her stories.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15163668677632152904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544888348273161265.post-27216131916475834322013-07-07T21:06:32.889-07:002013-07-07T21:06:32.889-07:00No, not perfect by any means :) I don't know ...No, not perfect by any means :) I don't know how old Jackson is, but I've found that most children get louder and more out of control as they get hungry or tired or both. It's actually true of adults as well, but perhaps more subtle. When my kids are screaming, I ask myself are they tired? Hungry? The answer is usually yes. Doesn't always make it easier to bear, but it helps knowing what the problem really is.<br /><br />Thanks for stopping by and commenting :)Lisa T. Cresswellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03236954388520308165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544888348273161265.post-24486824154949039342013-07-07T18:48:31.950-07:002013-07-07T18:48:31.950-07:00Happy Birthday to Hannah and thank you for such a ...Happy Birthday to Hannah and thank you for such a beautiful piece that reminds us that motherhood requires us to be present and able to learn, not perfect. (Must remember this when Jackson is screaming at the top of his lungs, must remember, must remember.)DeAnn Malonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18407803062103356070noreply@blogger.com