11/23/11

The day before Thanksgiving. As I bake multiple pies, I can't help but smile. I am very happy at the role of housewife and mother I was born to fill. Most of my life I fought against it. Today's society seems to imply that a stay-at-home mother is lazy or has no ambition to do anything significant with her life. In my opinion, there is nothing more important then raising your children well & taking care of your family. God created woman to be a man's help meet. It takes a strong woman to submit to her husband...to fight against her own ego and pride. Even the best men in the world are only human, and are prone to sin, error, mistakes, bad choices. But if you trust in God, then you trust where He has placed you in this life. Man needed a help meet. God created woman to fill that role. Women complete the man. Submissive doesn't mean less important, it just means there has to be one captain of the ship. It has been shown time and time again through society's history that more then one boss in any situation never works out. It always leads to strife, discord and often underlying bitterness and resentment. Someone has to have the final say. I truly believe a woman's place is in the home. Not just for the enormous economic & societal benefits...but I feel confident that if women accepted the roles they were born to fill, women themselves would find true peace and happiness

9/11/11

I posted a photo of me riding the ferry back to NYC from governors island - notice the twin towers in the back ground. I went up to the top of one of them that night...if I knew it would be for the last time I would have made an effort to remember which one I was in.

10 years ago today I was living in Modesto California. My roommate called me & said "turn on the TV the whole worlds gone mad!" At that point in time, the news was reporting that a plane flew into the tower. I figured it was just some freak accident. Some sort of mechanical failure in the plane. Then I watched as the 2nd plane ran into the other tower. Then I was thinking WTF!?!

Nothing anyone will ever say can convince me that this wasn't orchestrated in at least part by members of our own government. However...it doesn't take away from the tragedy of almost 3,000 people dying that day...it only adds to it.

Nonetheless...I am happy I still have this photo.

My baby boy turns 6 years old today...

My little baby boy turns 6 years old today. Amazing isn't it? He made it through infancy, toddlerhood, the preschool years. He actually survived me & made it into kindergarten basically unscathed. Even with a workaholic absent father & a sister just 10 months older then himself. He survived & is thriving. Ultra smart, super cute, always a do-gooder & has a big "hello" for everyone. Why is this particular birthday so significant to me? I'm not sure. Maybe it's because I'm turning 39 this year. Maybe because I know this precious little boy is my very last. The very last baby that I will hold through infancy, chase around through toddlerhood, giggle with through the pre school years...& walk to the kindergarten class for the very first time.

School supplies the last week of July???

I am smack dab in the middle of summer. However stores have already put out their school supplies! Of course I have to buy them while the cool stuff is still in stock, & before they put up the Halloween stuff the day after Labor Day. Even though my children go back to school in less then 4 weeks. It still seems too early to be thinking about fall! School supplies, chilly mornings, parent-teacher meetings, plaid attire of some sort...It's 98 degrees for pete sake!! This year my beautiful little daughter will be in the 1st grade. Full day!!! I've given in & already ordered her the Hello Kitty back pack & matching lunch box. My wonderful little baby boy will be entering kindergarten this year,only 3 hours a day though. That does mean 2 trips to & from school a day. I don't mind. I don't think I am quite ready for the freedom of 6 1/2 hours a day without my children. What would I do with all that time? There is only so much house cleaning, recipe research & errands you can do in a week...you know? I may go into sudden shock with all the free time. I could totally lose my mind, go to a coffee shop & actually SIT & ENJOY the coffee, rather then guzzling it down as a means of survival... *GASP* No...no...too much freedom. I may start to think adult thoughts again. I am not quite ready for that. I have been in "mom-mode" for 7 years...sudden freedom & leisure time would be detrimental to my current state of being.

I truly am not ready to give my children back to school. As much as I would adore the few hours of hearing only my own thoughts...I am just not ready. I don't mind my children camping out in the same room & watching movies til 11:30 at night. I don't mind making the, as my son calls them "super big breakfasts" in the morning...letting the kids help, which of course makes 3 x's the usual mess & requires twice the time to clean up. I love their excited faces on the rides at the amuzment park. Their bravery when they dare go down a BIGGER water slide. The arcade, the zoo, the parks, the chill of the public library on an ultra hot day. I adore the late night movies with our big bowls of popcorn, the pool, the smore's, water balloon fights in the back yard, sidewalk chalk til almost 10pm, going to the lake, not having to sort socks because we wear sandles all summer long...just all the time with my kids. The ultra busy & the leisure days. School supplies in late July? Nope! I refuse to let merchants rush me through the last half of summer. I'm going to enjoy every moment right on through Labor Day weekend!

Helicopter Mom

My 5 year old is going on a playdate today. Terror has gripped my neurotic mind. Every possible tragedy that could happen I have already run through my head. Everything from my son getting too close to the river bank at the park & falling into the dangerously swift water...to him falling off the monkey bars & permanently scaring his perfect little face.  The hair on my arms stands up just envisioning the other parent not holding my sons hand when crossing the street. I know I'm a tad bit over-the-top protective of my children. I know you don't have to be continuously hovering to be a good parent. But if all parents were, I'd save an awful lot on valium...

Blogging...

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