So Now She’s a Philosopher

My daughter is getting close to 7 years old. And she has a new stalling technique for bedtime. She has suddenly become a philosopher, with a million new insights and contemplations and questions just after bedtime prayers and after lights out. Then bam! She is searching then for all of life’s trying questions, such as “Momma, have you always wanted to swing with Lamby?” Or “I can text Jesus on my phone” or “What is Heaven like?” Or “Momma, I feel strongly that we should go to the park tomorrow.” It is always interesting and at the same moment annoying for I need to recover from our busy, b us day. I tell her “We will talk about that tomorrow and now you can discuss it with God until you fall asleep.” Ah, the adventure of childbirth. At the time, you have an idea the worst is over. And in a way, that is really hard but the adventure just begins there and keeps going forever. It really is a beautiful adventure to be a mom. That is true whether you birth your own or adopt someone else’s who can’t care for them. Both are beautiful! Life is beautiful! God was good to think of it. What a richness my kids have brought to my life. 

That’s it, I am Angry and I am Praying

It takes a lot to anger me. God has worked hard to “enhance my calm” and build up my peace and joy and I have always been laid back. When I get angry, however, it is a fire, a hurricane and fire. I get angry when defenseless people are wronged or bullied, when God is disrespected, when His people are targeted and attacked, and when one of our children is lost. One of them is, it became very clear to me last night upon seeing her after 6 months of blowing us off. So now it is very obvious to me that it is a spiritual matter and there is a fight on for her soul. And this pissed me off. The enemy is attacking my family and that does not fly with me! I am mad. And I will be fighting now until this wrong is made right. I will not allow my kids to be lost and suffer an eternity long. I will fight for her in the most powerful way there is. I am going to pray. Dilligently. I will reach out in love every chance I can but I will pray. Hard. Long. Diligently. I will pray while I quilt. I will fast. I will pray for her deceived soul. Never make me angry or I will pray tirelessly. I will call on the awesome and powerful God of the universe for help. I, in all my might, can only do so much. But allmighty God can do any and everything and can conquer spiritual forces. He is my strength. 

Trailer Park Playground

When I was young, pre-10, I lived in a rough and ready, salt of the earth trailer park with my parents and sister. My sister was an indoor child, preferring Barbie dolls of which mom made homemade clothes for (gag!). I preferred action. I loved riding my bike a lot, plating on our gym set a lot, pretending to be a super hero (Incredible Hulk mostly, don’t laugh), play the piano or bounce for hours on the rebounder on too-rainy days, etc. But my favorite outdoor thing was the trailer park playground. I could usually round up some other action-oriented kids and play wild imaginary adventures on the jungle gym. It was an effort to reach my short chunky legs between the really wide bars to go up, took a lot of strategy. I would learn some secular songs the kids sang (we were only allowed to listen to Christian or a little country), we would fight, we made up with a friendly slug in the arm, we would play again. The sandbox was enormous and whole world’s were reenacted therr, best after a good rain when we could build up mountains. The swings were the real ones that squeaked and we’re about 30 feet tall. We tried our best to go all the way around the top. And a lot if life was lived on that pkayground. Mostly alone, sometimes there were other people, but even then I was never alone and prayed. I had real talks about God, asking Him if He would give me super strength. And I honestly believe He did. It just was a different, more usable form of strength. And I owe a lot to that playground. I take my kids a lot. Something about them sparks the imagination and critical thinking, and who knows maybe some talk time with God. 🙂

Parents Demand School Reform

So, our kids in public schools and colleges all over the amazing, freedom encouraging, Christian filled United States of America. I survived all the way to a doctorate because my upbringing was so morally Christian and strong and that was still with being bombarded with social drama, bullies, liberal philosophies, discouragement and ridicule at being a Christian, evolution religion posing as fact, and social garbage about how Islam is a “peaceful” religion (bahahaha). None of this is essential for learning what you need to work and be productive, helpful, patriotic adults. It is ridiculous! How are parents saying “Oh well” and sending them anyway to the wolves instead of doing something, speaking against this garbage. They are paying for their kids to be taught an extreme amount of absolute bunk. I am a parent and am outraged by it. So much so that I homeschool my kids. If I were not able to do that, I would demand to evaluate curriculum, evaluate punishments for bullying, require teachers not preach their biases, return the pledge of allegiance and beginning prayer and the 10 commandments. I would fight tooth and nail until our future/children don’t end up confused and misinformed and brainwashed. Consider what your silence is putting your children through. Step up and say something now. It has gone on long enough. We finally have a President who wants our freedom to be free and not indoctrinated and he will help. Let him know your concerns. Demand action from your state leaders. Demand it.

Mother’s Day Finery

So, we took my Mom out to Golden Corral for lunch last Sunday. It was her idea, because it was less crowded (no line) and she likes very few people around (lol) but likes their variety of foods, and one day is as good as the next to celebrate. And she has never been practical with money (learned that from Daddy lol), but she is practical with things like this. And she is right. What is an arbitrary day to celebrate something that is a part of who I am? Yeah, I know, not a romantic notion, but I am proud of my kids, I know I carried them for 9 hard sickly months each and gave birth without meds (rah!), and they are amazing people so I must have done all right so far despite it all. They both love God, love me and are doing great in school and life. Both are artists like me and both musicians now (piano first with theory then whatever they want). One is great at baseball and basketball now and one loves dance. I feel grateful for the opportunity to be these kids’ mommy. I always wanted to be a mommy and I am so thankful God blessed me with my own children. So one day out of the year to say, “Hey, you’re a mom” is kinda weird really. I am really not all that. I do the best I can but I have screwed up a lot and try not to but probably will again some other way. I fight the same balancing blended families act so many also work on. I try to keep everyone healthy but just got over being sick as a dog for not wearing a mask while scraping popcorn off a ceiling and sanding. In trying to make my kids more n independent, I always wonder if I and ignoring them too much. I teach them laid back and calm by exemplifying that mostly at home but teach them anger by erupting when driving surrounded by “idiot drivers”. So many things I do wrong. My kids see the best and the worst of me. But there is some good there, I hope. And in the end, I pray a lot and trust God will fill in for my deficiencies. And if they want to do something nice for me, that is nice but I would rather they obey. Lol Either way, I’ll take it and keep loving them the best way I can, as my mom did for us and her mom did for them and my Daddy’s mom did for them and my amazing Aunt did for them. I really had incredible role models of motherhood. I just hope the good parts carry forward. 🙂 Happy Mommy’s Day!!!!!!!! 🙂

Rare Date Day

My son is at his dad’s for the weekend and my husband is busy with an amp and monitor repair, so I have the golden, rare opportunity to take my daughter on a date. So we are going to the children’s museum and then to a late lunch. I have been keeping score for my son’s baseball team’s games, so she has been away from me a bit and we need time together. Kids need time feeling like they are the sole captors of your attention and love. It is vital to their core memory group to help anchor them when they are on their own and life gets really rough. So off we go and all the best to you on your special day. And if it isn’t, you’re not looking hard enough. 😉 Love you!

The Preciousness of Children

Children are precious treasures from God. They are this at every stage of their life from the initial union of this from him and that from her. This starts life, the celebration product of this great union. Life. It begins so vulnerably, so beautifully, with feedings and cuddles and caretaking and snuggly sleeps. Children are innocent, precious, very important for they are the heirs, the next of kin, a new generation, hope. Children are to be protected by adults. Anything less than that is to be violently opposed. Anyone approaches my kids to harm them, they will have to get past me and my husband and every weapon we own, no small task. Anyone who harms or kills a child should receive the same fate. But back to the child. Allow your child to be a child, the beautiful creation of God in His image before you. Allow them to laugh and cry and fall and encourage them the entire time. Be that love source for them. Let them always know you are for them. This is how we give them a solid foundation and demonstrate the importance of who God made them to be. Then we have given them are base, roots for which they can pull from and rely on through tough times this messed up world will throw at them. Discipline them and give them chores so they know their expectations are nd learn to care for themselves but do everything in love and with prayer. Children are the future but they will not be unless they arendnd really taught now. So that becomes a high priority. Tech is no substitute for parents or caring adults who help these children. They need proactive care. Kids rarely raise themselves well. Be a parent like you either had or wish you had growing up and make that a goal. It is the most important work you will ever do. God will always help, grant wisdom and strengthen when humbly asked. Always.