About oneta hayes
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
We forgot to love till it was too late.
“We forgot to love till it was too late.” — Oh… thank you for this. There is something very important that I need to do, before it is too late.
Did I say anything wrong?
Not at all! What you said is exactly right.
Lady Quixote/Linda Lee. Sounds like you got a very important message. Blessings on it mission to you.
This is true. I would modify a bit. We have been taught that giving “things” to our children is evidence of love. It is not. Thanks for the comment.
Pranab, This is true. I would modify a bit. We have been taught that giving “things” to our children is evidence of love. It is not. Thanks for the comment.
Pranab, it seems I can’t make my comment go to the right place. Sorry. Hope you find this.
I am mixed up all over the place with these comments, Linda and Pranab. Thanks to both of you and I wish you the best. Hope you can weed through what I was writing to you. I went out for my walking so didn’t get to you immediately. Have a good evening.
No worries. Got both😀. Have a good night.
Thank you and good night.
“Now we cry, but it is too late!”
Powerful words, so very true. We never cry before we meet our fate. Thank You, Oneta!
My heart aches for those who feel they have to go to such terrible extremes to get the attention they crave.
Yes, I agree. Blessings
following our desires can lead to trouble, we need some discipline 🙂
and demanding instant satisfaction. Thanks, Kate.
Wow! I relate this so clearly to all the crying children who were alive yet aborted as being inconvenient to someone else’s lifestyle and societal push to change and try to make the world in our image and not in the image of God who ‘created’. Much in your post has touched a deep chord in me. So much, so much more than what we ourselves give to our children but what God’s Perfect Plan was and always will be for His Children. Thank you for sharing.
Confirming words. Thank you.
BEAUTIFULLY Said 🙏🏽
Thank you. Pray for our younger generation. They seem so unhappy.