You know that thing where your mother-in-law calls and says she is on her way. She is about 15 minutes away. You put the phone down and look around you at the mess overwhelming. And you jump into action, fitting in 3 days worth of cleaning in 14 minutes 50 seconds, with 10 seconds to left to catch your breath by the front door before opening it and greeting her in your best and most casual, “Oh, Hey!”
There is something about the announcement of a visitor to our homes that gives us the long-sought for motivation to clean like we get paid to clean. And I suppose there is some sort of payment exchanged. You know the kind of payment where the visitor looks around your home and says something nice. You know when they “pay you a compliment” on your homemaking prowess. And you blush, and look around like, “oh, this old thing.” Like it looks like this everyday. The funny thing we forget in all the cleaning-for-company madness is that the visitor is likely not there to check out our home, evaluate our homemaking skills, and give us a grade based on their experience while in our homes. And still we do the 15 minute mad dash.
Well, this whole scenario (on steroids!) happened for us a couple of weeks ago because my husband informed me that an appraiser was scheduled to come by the house to appraise it for our refinance.
Nursing is amazing, isn’t it? Just think of it. You carried your little one in your tummy for around 9 months, feeding and nourishing him until he grew large enough to enter the world and thrive. And then…and then, God has designed your body to switch gears completely to feed and nourish your little one for months (sometimes years, right?). It is miraculous, really!
Notice I didn’t say nursing was easy. But it is miraculous. And if you are considering nursing your little one for any period of time after he is born, you may need a little bit of encouragement along the way. Because, honestly, as natural as nursing is, it doesn’t always come naturally.
After nursing three little ones, I have learned a LOT about nursing. I am still not an expert, but I have learned plenty. And that knowledge has helped me (and encouraged me) along the way. So I thought I would share with you the simple things I think nursing moms need to know. Continue Reading
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You know all those unique phrases you hear only in specific places? In the South, you hear, “Well, bless his heart.” In the Boston area, you hear, “Wicked” attached to almost anything. And in the Land Down Under, you hear, “Let’s put another shrimp on the barbie.” Which gets me thinking what other phrases you only hear in Australia. So, I looked up an Australian phrase book and had a good laugh over some of the things they say.
My absolute favorite one has to be “Technicolor yawn.”
What do you think it is?
I’ll give you some hints in this short story:
“I tend to have this problem after drinking regular cow’s milk. So I am now trying out a new all natural milk to help with the tummy troubles that accompany drinking milk (and milk-based drinks, like milkshakes), called a2 Milk®. So far, it has made it possible for me to drink milk again without feeling sick afterwards.”
A number of events, and some time in the good Word of God have all started to come together in order to show me something. Something indistinct and yet, something sure.
And I cannot even begin to place the events out in a timeline for you that makes sense, but here goes.
» A friend of mine, distant through many years passed, has lost her little girl due to cancer. It has been a long journey which she has written about along the way. And I have wept over that sweet little girl SO MUCH. I have held my own two girls, girls who wore the same Old Navy pajamas she did, and thought I cannot imagine the pain of losing them. To death, to cancer, to anything that would separate me from them. And yet, my friend is intimately acquainted with that pain. She shared a photo of her husband taken around the time of her daughter’s death. And the pain is so real and so raw on his face that it remains with me. When I am changing the sheets on my bed, it will flash before me. When I am brushing my teeth before bed, I will remember the look. And each time I recall it to my mind, I am crushed just a tiny bit by the weight of the loss of this sweet child. She was 6-years-old.
» A few weeks ago, just before the death of my friend’s little 6-year-old girl, our local community was rocked by news of a car crash on a local mountain road. A car went off the side of the mountain. It was carrying a mother and a father and a baby (born just days apart from our own sweet little one). The car held just two seats. One for the mother. And one for the father. And not one for the baby. That precious little life came crashing down the side of that mountain. She was less than 6-months-old.
» I watch documentaries in my free time. I like a Netflix documentary at the end of a long week. I will binge watch them in the middle of the night. My husband mentioned a documentary I might like the other day and so I put it on at the end of the day. And watched it while my husband slept next to me in bed. And I kind of wish I hadn’t watched this one. But at the same time, it was the release for so much of the emotions I knew were inside, but I was not letting out. The documentary ended with the death of another precious life – this one just 13-months-old. This one killed by his mother, mom, I am having trouble coming up with a word that appropriately describes her relationship to him. She was the one whom the Father of the Universe entrusted to care for this little boy. And she was the one who killed him.
My husband is the easier of the two of us to shop for. He keeps a running list of wants and is willing to share it with anyone who asks, “What do you want for ____?” No matter the occasion, it is easy to find something I know he will love. And for that I am truly thankful. BUT, I like to think of something he hasn’t thought of to give him on his birthday and for Father’s Day – just to surprise him. It takes a lot more thought than just checking his list and picking something I know (and he knows) he wants. So, I like to pay attention to the websites he talks about. The ones where he actually finds things that he likes. And I thought I would share them with you so you can get your husband or your dad some really neat stuff for birthdays, Father’s Days, and other special holidays. Continue Reading
I get up in the morning around 5 AM. I try to get to bed between 11 PM and 12 AM. And I am usually up with our baby at some point in the middle of the night. So there are a LOT of hours in my mothering/homemaking day. Wow, writing that just now made me realize just how many! Dang…I deserve a medal! And there are moments of my day that are a breeze. There are moments of my day that are exasperating. There are moments that are indescribable. But there is a section of my day that I would definitely title: “THE HARDEST.” Strung together near the conclusion of my many waking hours are the hardest 15 minutes of my day.
I have a major, major temptation to just avoid these fifteen minutes altogether.
They are that hard.
These minutes come at the end of every day, no matter what that day has thrown at me. They knock on the door of my psyche and say, “It’s time.” And I groan and say, “Really? Do I really have to do it all over again?”
And the answer comes from within my own heart – most days – “Yes, it is worth it.” Continue Reading