recharge the batteries

 

“LONG LASTING, POWERFUL, DEPENDABLE – TRUSTED EVERYWHERE” (duracell battery advertisement slogan)

Yesterday was busy.  I tried to sit down a few times but then something would happen.  I set my Bible and devotional book down outside on the porch and never got back to it all day! 

I went for a walk in the evening with the older kids and Ethan took this picture of me and Jacob.

After the kids were in bed I sat at the computer and looked at the picture and thought about him.   I want so bad to be a godly mother.  I fail so often, I get grouchy and start to talk with that “certain tone”.  I neglect their souls.  Last night I decided that I needed to “start over” again, which is so natural for us humans!  We drift away from our first love, our first calling!  (which is why we need God to renew us through His Word each day)

I need to wake up!  I don’t want to drift along in this life.  I don’t need the latest child-rearing tip, I just need to think and be aware of opportunity.   I don’t want to miss the chance to teach a life lesson, to grow their character, to sing, to work, to play, to laugh!  And pray, really pray, a lot!  

As a Christian, my heavenly Father gives me all the energy and strength that I need to succeed in each task that He gives me!  I need to take myself to Him each day to RECHARGE! 

“. . .the inward man is renewed day by day.”  11 Corinthians 4:16c

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A MOTHER’S PRAYER

Dear Lord, it’s such a hectic day,
With little time to stop and pray,
For life’s been anything but calm
Since You called me to be a mom–
Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with wooden blocks,
Cooking, cleaning, finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose,
Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs,
A stack of last week’s mail to read–
So where’s the quiet time I need?
Yet, when I steal a moment, Lord,
Just at the sink or ironing board,
To ask the blessings of Your grace,
I see then, in my small one’s face, 
That you have blessed me all the while — 
And I stoop to kiss that
precious smile. 

Author unknown

 

Happy Mother's Day!

 

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“Everybody knows that a good mother gives her children a feeling
of trust and stability.  She is the one they can count on for the things that matter
most of all.  She is their food and their bed and their extra
blanket when it grows cold in the night; she is their
warmth and health and their shelter; she is the one
they want to be near when they cry.  She is the only person
in the whole world, or in a whole lifetime, who can be these
things to her children.  There is no substitute for her.
Somehow even her clothes feel different to her children’s
hands from anybody else’s clothes.  Only to touch her skirt
or her sleeve makes a troubled child feel better.”
Karen Butler Hathaway

How do I find the words to describe the meaning and purpose of my life and how much it means to me?  God placed the call of motherhood so strongly on my heart that it has been my main goal in life.  The reaction, sadly, of most women when they learn this about me is disbelief and even slight ridicule and teasing.

But it’s true.  Ask the 15 year old me what I wanted to be when I grew up?  I would have said, “I want to be a stay-at-home mom”.

When I think of how much the Lord has given me the desires of my heart, I want to cry!

He led me to my perfect match and life partner– and we were married young–I was 19 and he was 21.  We were married for 1 year and 3 months before we welcomed our firstborn into our hearts.

Jacob was born 2 weeks early.  As a first time mom I was not expecting that wave of love that I felt when Rich finally brought tiny Jacob to my hospital room after his first bath.  “He’s so beautiful” is what I said and thought so many times. 

So beautiful.

Jacob was 14 months old when Ethan arrived.  Once again I fell in love with a baby boy.  Ethan was and is a happy boy, in a calm, thoughtful way.  To see his bright eyes while he laughs is one of the biggest rewards in my life.

I found out I was expecting Grace shortly after Ethan’s first birthday.  I was scared, I admit.  She was born when Jacob was 2 months shy of his 3rd birthday and Ethan was 21 months old.  To have my first daughter was all I needed to carry me through those early days and months with 3 little ones in diapers!

In the few years before our next baby came along, I had so much fun with my 3 preschoolers.  Yes, there were difficult days, (but I won’t get into that).  I remember FUN and lots of it:  trips to McDonald’s play place, little amusement parks, lots of walks to the playground.  The sheer delight and enjoyment of simple things–like blowing bubbles and washing matchbox cars.

Jacob was in Kindergarten when David was born, so my “carefree” (doesn’t that word make you snicker?) days of being a Mom to preschoolers were over.  When I had David I thought I had never been so in love with a baby before!  (Aren’t moms funny?)  David was my 4th child, yet I took MORE pictures of him than any of the others thus far!  He was and still is a unique, bright part of our family.  He makes me smile and chuckle every single day.

Caleb, our fifth baby, was born when David was almost 3.   I felt so happy, peaceful, and content when he was a newborn, more than I did for any of the other babies.  For instance, I knew that it was okay to hold him (and did hold him) as much as possible!  The babies grow too fast. . hold your babies!  Too soon they wriggle themselves away to their own adventures, far too soon!   An added blessing of Caleb’s birth was the joy of seeing my older children enjoy their baby brother.  What a wonderful feeling it is for a mom to observe the love between her children!

Jacob is 10 now.
Ethan is 9.
Grace is 7.
David is 4.
Caleb is almost 2.

As for me, my life is so fulfilled.  My dreams are all coming true.  God gave me my family and I give all the glory and honor to Him.  I lay my family down at His feet. 

The tears in my eyes are there from sheer happiness.

Enjoy the photos, which were taken by my husband (whose technique is to start clicking and not stop):

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To be a Mom
you need to be very very
very very very very
patient
and
keep smiling

Yesterday Evening: Making Memories

“God wants us to fill our homes with happiness.  He made childhood joyous, full of life, bubbling over with laughter, playful, bright and sunny.”

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“It is a crime to repress the mirth and the gladness and to try to make children grave and stately.  Life’s burdens will come soon enough to lie upon their shoulders.”

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“Life will soon enough bring care and anxiety and hardship and a weight of responsibility.  We should let them be young and free from care just as long as possible.”

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“We should put into their childhood days just as much sunshine and gladness, just as much cheerful pleasure as possible.  Human lives will never grow into their best in gloom.”

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“Pour the sunshine about them in youth; let them be happy; encourage all innocent joy; provide pleasant games for them; romp and play with them; be a child again among them.”

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“Then God’s blessing will come upon your home, and your children will grow up sunny-hearted, gentle, affectionate, joyous themselves and joy-bearers to the world.”

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“The young must have amusements.  The only question is, What shall be the character of the amusements?”

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“If there is clover at the home they will not care to fly abroad.” 

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“There is no parent of ordinary intelligence who may not make his home-live so bright and sunny that no one will ever care to go outside to see amusement amid the senseless frivolities or the debasing pleasures that the world has to offer.”

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“There is no need for argument to prove the influence of the home memories in the formation of character.  When one’s childhood home has been true and sweet, its memories never can be effaced.”

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“But the memory of the early home lives on like a solitary star, burning in the gloom of night.”

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“Will the memory be tender, restraining, refining and inspiring?”

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“It would seem worthwhile for every mother to try to weave such memories into the early years of her children’s lives.  There is no surer way to bind them with chains of gold to God’s throne.  Where is the busy mother who cannot find ti
me enough to spend thus a few moments every night with each child before it falls asleep, in sweet, loving talk and tender, earnest prayer?  Far down into the years the memory of such sacred moments will go.”

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“So the life of the true home flows on.  It shelters us in the day of storm.  Its friendships remain true and loyal.  It lays holy hands of benediction upon our heads as we go out to meet life’s struggles and duties.  It’s sacred influences keep us from many a sin.  Its memories are our richest inheritance.  Its inspirations are the secret strength of our lives in days of toil and care.  Then it teaches us to look toward heaven as the great Home in which all our hearts, hopes, and dreams shall be realized, and where the broken ties of earth shall be reunited.”

All quotes from Home-making, by J.R. Miller

This is why we do what we do.  It is so worth it. 

about pancakes

I remember when I was still a schoolgirl how many times my Mom made us kids a homemade breakfast.  More often than not we were eating scrambled eggs with toast, french toast, or pancakes.  I remember at times we would get on the bus and one of the other kids would say, “What did your Mom make you for breakfast this morning?” with a wistful look on their face. 

I was so blessed to have a Mom that would sacrifice the time and energy needed to make breakfast for five hungry children.

And now, I’m doing the same thing!

This morning was a pancake morning and as I stepped on and around the Lucky Charms that Caleb scattered on my floor, and did all the 101 things to pull off bacon and pancakes, I thought of those early years again.

Only this time, instead of a longing for the old days,  I felt a connection.  The connection between generations of women in my own family.  Grandma, Mom, and now me.  All making pancakes in our own time. 

Oh what contentedness I feel when doing these motherly things each day.  This morning it was like a wave of bliss.  Me in my nightgown and ponytail.  The children all still in their pj’s.  My husband drinking coffee and finishing a presentation for work over in his recliner.  Tears in my eyes from gratitude.

My recipe:

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Mom’s recipe:

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coffee’s getting cold
that last pancake is always a dud
i use a measuring cup to scoop the batter

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my father in law makes syrup every spring and is so generous with it.  it’s lasted all year.

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the evidence of the little ones in my life
i especially love the high chair and G’s little doll

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“I can’t believe I’m
making pancakes for five children!”
~me, as I put baby in his high chair this morning

 

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This morning I was thinking about my mom. 

It’s the first day of February, the month that I was born.  I miss my mom, we talk a lot on the phone but Rich and I moved away 7 years ago and sometimes I am momentarily sad that things aren’t what they used to be.

You know, I would just hop in the car and drive over.  Any ol’ time, I knew I would always be welcomed.  Sundays were my favorite day.  We all went to church and then most of the time we would go back to my parent’s and hang out.  Rich and I only had 2 children then so things were quieter.  Dad would have the newspaper.  The football game would be on.  Mom would be busy in the kitchen.  My brothers and my sister were still at home.  If we wanted to talk, we talked.  We just hung out, completely trusting, being together.

The only house I feel completely relaxed in is my parent’s.

On Thanksgiving day we were there and I started to cry a little because it felt so nice to sit on the couch and not be the one in charge.  I was daughter again. 

It’s special to think about MOM now and then. 

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To her you’ll always be
just a youngster at her knee.
Edgar Guest

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To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.
Christina Rossetti

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When You Thought I wasn’t Looking
Mary Korzan

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You hung my first painting on the refrigerator
And I wanted to paint another.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God
That I could always talk to.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You kissed me goodnight
And I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt-
But that it’s okay to cry.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You smiled
And it made me want to look that pretty too.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You cared
And I wanted to be everything I could be.

When you thought I wasn’t looking-
I looked. . . .
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn’t looking.

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