Maybe Later

This was one of the first posts on MouthyGirl.com shortly after her launch in February 2008. It’s hard to believe that it’s been around that long, and looking back, it’s also crazy to think about all that has changed in my life, and I’m sure yours as well.

These little notes are the kind we should always keep in mind..

Maybe … we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

Maybe … when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don’t even see the new one which has been opened for us.

Maybe … it is true that we don’t know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don’t know what we have been missing until it arrives.

Maybe … the happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Maybe … the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can’t go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures, and heartaches.

Maybe … you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.

Maybe … there are moments in life when you miss someone — a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child, your girlfriend/boyfriend — so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.

Maybe … the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.

Maybe … you should always try to put yourself in others’ shoes. If you feel that something could hurt you, it probably will hurt the other person, too.

Maybe … you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.

Maybe … giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don’t expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but if it doesn’t, be content that it grew in yours.

Maybe … happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.

Maybe … you shouldn’t go for looks; they can deceive; don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one who makes your heart smile.

Maybe … you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.

Maybe … you should try to live your life to the fullest because when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling, but when you die, you can be the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

… Maybe!!

Faith Hill – Stronger

Maybe you should come back tomorrow to see what else I have for you ;) Manana!

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When I’m an Old Lady

Thank you to @mommaserene who sent this over to me this morning.. it is perfection. I hope my son reads it someday and chuckles to himself – I will be doing this!

When I’m An Old Lady

When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with my son,
and make his life happy and filled with such fun,
I want to pay back all the joy he’s provided,
returning each deed. Oh, he’ll be so excited
. . . when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

I’ll write on the wall with red, white, and blue;
and bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.
I’ll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I’ll stuff all the toilets and oh, will he shout!
. . . when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

When he’s on the phone and just out of reach,
I’ll get into things like sugar and bleach.
Oh, he’ll snap his fingers and then shake his head,
and when he is done I’ll hide under the bed.
. . . when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

When my son’s wife cooks dinner and calls me to meals,
I’ll not eat my green beans or salads congealed.
I’ll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,
and when she gets angry, run fast as I’m able.
. . . when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

I’ll sit close to the TV, thru the channels I’ll click,
I’ll cross both my eyes to see if they stick,
I’ll take off my socks and throw one away,
and play in the mud until the end of the day.
. . . when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

And later, in bed, I’ll lie back and sigh,
and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes;
and my son will look down with a smile slowly creeping,
and say with a groan, “She’s so sweet when she’s sleeping,”
. . . when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

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