I really like the Bon Jovi song called The Story of Love. Here is a link to it on Facebook. I sent this via text to my brother, sisters, parents, and my children. They all seemed to like it too.
May Day is tomorrow and with this day comes the tradition of children making baskets of flowers to anonymously give to friends, neighbors, and family. During the social distancing, perhaps kids can send virtual flower photos to those they care about. Or you could work with your children tomorrow to draw a picture or two of flower baskets. Take a picture and send to family members and wish them a “Happy May Day!”
Why is the giving of May Day Baskets so great for kids?
It gives children the opportunity to create and design a flower basket. It is an artistic outlet for them.
It gives them a sense of accomplishment.
It gives them the chance to be sharing and caring.
Baskets left anonymously teach children to not expect rewards always for doing good deeds.
It is one of the few times a year that children are actively encouraged to give to adults rather than receive.
Sunflowers are my favorite so I’m sending you a flower pic to wish you and yours a Happy May Day as well!
A friend of mine recently had a beautiful new baby. These are some good songs to play for the bond between a young mother and father and baby:
- You’ll Be In My Heart by Phil Collins. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=git6DCXSqjE
- Danny’s Song by Anne Murray. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9D7ultFfoiM
- Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmC3rJR7E98
- There Goes My Life by Kenny Chesney. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xP-Sxfntdb4
- Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pbp6W4N1N9s
- Forever Young by Rod Stewart. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgiLWNgpXiQ
- I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2SfmcNg8js
- My Wish by Rascal Flatts. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eCYb0X9iqM
(This is a children’s poem I wrote for Halloween.)
After Mom kisses me goodnight,
She turns off my light and closes the door.
I reach for the dust ruffle touching the floor.
And, in the quiet dark, beneath my bed,
With glowing eyes waits a monster and I call him Ted.
He crawls out, bumping his head.
And hesitantly I listen to what is to be said.
He puffs up his chest.
He proclaims he’s the best.
And he swears
That he’s the great Grimy
The Great Grimy Mimey
From far, far away Bimey.
Sometimes we play checkers
Or create triple deckers
Of pillows or blocks
Or all sorts of rocks
Sometimes we imagine
A fight with a dragon.
I climb on his back.
We charge and attack
An army of trolls,
Ogres, or witches with moles.
He roars a mighty roar
Meant to frighten gargoyles, werewolves, and more.
But not hairy goblins,
They are our friends,
And we hold weekly teas
With Ishgroth, Mthgar, and Grends.
Sometimes, if I’m lucky,
Be brave and be plucky,
He’ll even agree to dress up
Though he pouts more than a grown up.
Ted is not fond of ribbons and curls.
He growls, “They’re for girls!”
“Not ferocious monsters, 10 feet tall,
With fearsome fangs and sharp talon claws!”
He huffs and he puffs,
Smoke comes out his nose,
As I give a pink pedicure to old crusty toes.
But he loves me,
And I love him.
When I tell a joke,
He’ll laugh with a grin.
He’s definitely not dim.
He does magic tricks and juggles balls
And climbs all the walls.
We laugh through the night,
Till the dawn’s early light.
Till my head starts to sag,
My words slowly drag.
Now, it’s time for my nap,
Cuddled soft in his lap.
Beside his green fur,
As he lets out a purr.
He sings me to sleep,
A rumbling voice extra deep.
In words like gibberish,
His native Bimish.
“Og vhe ung shar tej un gung gish,
Sev rwang ver zwasig lish.”
A monster melody
Rich with sweet monster glee.
Then kissing my slumbering head,
He crawls back under my bed.
To wait till tomorrow and drift off to dreams,
Of shrieking humans and loud fright-filled screams.
And he smirks in his sleep,
With a devilish heap,
Of razor-sharp teeth,
Waiting till dark, my pet monster Ted.
A rain puddle bash!
Great golly her galoshes
make squishies and squashes
as she sloshes through rain puddles.
The umbrella she cuddles.
Fuddling and muddling in the
muddy murky mess
of splishedy, splashedy excess.
Pitter patter, pitter patter,
Tilting her head back to
Rain on the tip of her tongue.
Her eyes so vibrant.
Her face so young!
Pitter patter, splish and splatter,
She’s kicking water and jumping high,
spinning, skipping, nothing’s dry
It feels wondrous and wet
Is it fun?
Yes, you bet!