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Tonight was a BIG night at our house.

A few weeks back Tyler told me, he needed to talk to me. I took him in my room and sat with him on the bed. I asked what he wanted to talk to me about.
Tyler: Mommy my words are hard. My binkies give me yucky words.
Me: I know your words are hard Pal. What do you think we could do to help?
Tyler: I want to give them to the Easter Bunny. NO YET but Easter is coming so when the Bunny comes I give leave them for him.

We have been preparing for this event for 15 days. We have talked about what a big boy Tyler is, for giving his binkies away. How proud Daddy and I are of Tyler for making this choice.

Tyler and I sat down tonight and wrote a letter to the Easter Bunny, Tyler drew pictures of himself and of the words he wanted to write. We got out our special bag, red velvet draw string type, lined up Tyler’s 11 binkies, and said good-bye. Tyler gave each binkie, one last suck, a kiss, and said good-bye. After all the binkies were in the bag, I enclosed Tyler’s letter and tied the strings. We set the bag in Tyler’s Easter basket, for the Bunny to find. Tyler looked up at me with tear filled eyes and said “Mommy Ima miss my binkies” I told Tyler how proud of him both Daddy and I are and that we will be here when ever he needs us, I told him it will be alright and that I love him very much. I reminded him that his new elephant was up waiting for him in bed. Tyler smiled and went up to bed with no complaints.

I am not really sure who this is harder on at this point, me or Tyler. I feel like I am loosing my baby boy tonight, I am realizing how quickly kids grow up. The fact is, Tyler will forever be my baby but he is growing into a magnificent little boy ….so fast.

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Plant a Garden

Edgar A. Guest

If your purse no longer bulges
and you’ve lost your golden treasure,
If times you think you’re lonely
and have hungry grown for pleasure,
Don’t sit by your hearth and grumble,
don’t let mind and spirit harden.
If it’s thrills of joy you wish for
get to work and plant a garden!

If it’s drama that you sigh for,
plant a garden and you’ll get it
You will know the thrill of battle
fighting foes that will beset it
If you long for entertainment and
for pageantry most glowing,
Plant a garden and this summer spend
your time with green things growing.

If it’s comradeship you sight for,
learn the fellowship of daisies.
You will come to know your neighbor
by the blossoms that he raises;
If you’d get away form boredom
and find new delights to look for,
Learn the joy of budding pansies
which you’ve kept a special nook for.

If you ever think of dying
and you fear to wake tomorrow
Plant a garden! It will cure you
of your melancholy sorrow
Once you’ve learned to know peonies,
petunias, and roses,
You will find every morning
some new happiness discloses


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