originally posted at Extraordinary Mom's Network 11/3/08
My Grandma taught me …
To speak softly and carry a big jar of cookies.
The amount of time it takes to put on a pair of knee-highs and keds is exactly equal to the amount of time it takes to start a conversation that’ll last all day.
There is never any reason to be jealous, for you will always have a special place in the heart of someone who loves you, a place that no one else can ever take.
Homemade pickles taste better.
The best beginning to any sentence is “Say, how’s so and so doing (or such and such going) these days?”
How to handle walking in on two kids (my brother and cousin) after they’ve used the wheel of your stationary bike to grind an entire package of cheetos into a big pile of dust…on your white carpet….”Well, you’ve been having fun!”
Talking about your hurts doesn’t make them go away, but focusing on your happys will make the hurts smaller.
Rolls can be bought frozen ….but cookies must be made from scratch.
Every morning when you wake up, you decide if you’re going to have a good day.
Make each child feel as if he or she is your favorite. (This from a woman with 5 kids and 11 grandkids.)
Putting a lit match behind your teeth only makes you look like a jack-o-lantern if you have a really big smile (she did).
You can get glad in the same shoes you got mad in.
Spraying perfume on the yarn flowers we'd just made makes them “just like real.”
Life is a grindstone, and whether it grinds you up or polishes you up depends on what you’re made of.