Thank Goodness it's THURSDAY

 As a Grandparent,  I'd forgotten how little ones can cut an eyebrow, or a forehead ... UGH  the blood that pumps with each pulse and heart beat.   My little Zoe hugged our family dog last night, (Scarlett) and by accident put pressure on Scarlett's bad paw.  Scarlett grabbed at her, and one tooth punctured her little forehead just above the eye brow.  did I mention the blood?  UGH.   Yep... I panicked, called my daughter (Aidan's Mom)  in such as state she couldn't understand me.    I called my son, and just said it's an emergency get here NOW... well long story short, we ended up in the ER (Zoe calls that the 911) me feeling a little STUPID but relieved that all that was needed was a little hydrogen peroxide, a little antibiotic cream, a bandaid and a warm hug and ALL was well again.   Lesson learned ...or should I say ... remembered

Here is a poem I stole from my daughter (saving pennies) ... Worth the copy/past (-;   Thanks AC

Poem especially for moms

I bumped into a stranger today

"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.

He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.

We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said,

 "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.

By this time, I felt very small, And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue.

 I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."

He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."

I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

Next time you want to yell, stop, take an opportunity to tell them that you love them, and explain what it is you need from them at that moment... then try to work it out together.