Yes that is a harmonica and a biscuit by my baby boy’s supper bowl. He has been singing since he learned to talk and any little instrument he can get his hands on he loves and uses incessantly. The harmonica is a symbol of my hopes for him. The biscuit is a symbol of my love for him.
I strongly believe a child’s potential is boosted, and hopes become realities, with love. Biscuit love is that extra love. The kind of love that puts a mommy out just a little bit more but generally seems to have great effect. I could just serve them up soup, goodness knows I often do because that is all I can muster, but if I find the time to do a little extra in the way of biscuits or other quick breads to eat with the soup or stew I always see extra results. It is hard to give a little more, do the extra, when there is so much pulling at a mommy’s mind and time, but I guess that is why it is called extra and why it is so special for the kids and for me.
More biscuits please:)
AND for those days when you just can’t do extra, do what you can do in love and be at peace with that… Paul couldn’t do much in jail now could he, or could he?? He wrote this while in prison:
(psssst, thanks for the verses mom)
TTFN
