HOW SHALL WE WASTE A DAY?

Posted on May 17, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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I gave up ranting for Lent this year, thus I’ve tried staying away from the news, talk radio and anything that stirs me up. Our country has been on a rant for almost two years now.  It’s divided our nation.  It’s turned friend against friend, relative against relative.  It has shown us the foolishness of man and the idiocy of our current congress.    My reason for giving up ranting is that it gives me a headache to even think about the nonsense going on in Washington.

In the past decade or more, we’ve seen a rise in reality shows.  People seem to enjoy watching others fail.  They enjoy feeling superior because of it.  The thing about these shows is they are far from real.  If they were true reality, I would expect that my life is absolutely boring, uneventful and pointless.  Somehow that thinking has trickled into our lifestyle – our way of thinking about each other – our selfishness – our government.  Mark Twain always had a lot to say about the Congress so I don’t imagine things have changed much over time.

What we’re seeing in Washington today, bears no resemblance to sanity.  It has become a circus, a sideshow, a playground sandbox where little ones have more sense than the adults.  Today, an astute body of Democrats will spend twelve hours reading the Mueller Report aloud.  Isn’t that special?  Is that all these people have to do?  Aren’t there laws to pass, remove, change?  Isn’t there the business of the people to attend to?  It seems the only one getting anything done in Washington is our president.

This investigation has been ongoing for what seems like forever.  It finally came to an end, but that wasn’t good enough for our esteemed democrats.  Taking the attention away from real issues seems to be their forte.  This has to stop.  I’m ashamed at what’s going on in our nation.  We have become a laughing stock. The reality of the work that needs to get done has been obliterated by name calling, back biting, scandal after scandal and investigation after investigation.  It’s time for them to do the jobs they were elected to do.

There!  I’m done for now.  Now what’s all this I hear about violins on TV?   Just call me an old lady with a lot to get off her chest and a raging rant that had to explode.  Now I need an aspirin.

 

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CATCH OF THE DAY

Posted on May 17, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Hugging the shoreline with anchor full stay,

Watching the sunrise on this perfect day,

Reflections of light dance wildly around,

Slapping the water not making a sound.

 

You throw in your line, you sit there and wait,

You’ve planned out your day, you’ve plenty of bait,

The weather is perfect the sky so blue,

No clouds up above, to obstruct the view.

 

You look and listen, for some little sign,

For a pull or tug on your fishing line,

At last it happens, your bobber sinks down,

The upside down smile – no longer a frown.

 

Your reel now spinning, you grab for a net,

You know a huge fish is getting you wet,

You think of it filling your frying pan,

You’ve truly become a real fisherman.

 

 

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WALLY’S FRIDAY FRYDADDY FUNNY

Posted on May 17, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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JULIE’S FRIDAY FUNNY

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ACT YOUR AGE

Posted on May 16, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” C. S. Lewis

Wouldn’t it be nice if we never had to age – if we could remain children forever – if we never had to experience all the aches and pains that grown ups do?  Wouldn’t it be grand if all our worldly needs were take care of by someone else – we had no responsibility – we could simply play all day and do the things we wanted to do?

I’ve often thought of myself as the proverbial child.  The thought of growing old was never appealing. Doing childish things wasn’t a choice, it was an obligation.  In so doing, I never really did grow up.  I try finding the joy in the silly things.  I stand tall even when my weary frame is folding and shrinking.  I put on a happy face when my heart is full of tears.  A Pollyanna sort of philosophy, I guess.  However, aging is truly over-rated.

I was reminded of that yesterday as I had the opportunity to sit in on a rehearsal of young actors.  When I revealed my age, there were sighs of wonder and amazement.  How did I live this long?  How could I still be moving on my own effort? It got me thinking about how much I need the energy of young people to keep me energized.

When we reach these elder years of life, it’s easy to sit in a recliner and watch the world slip into oblivion. The road less traveled becomes appealing. The quiet moments and times of solitude are fine for a while, but then what?  More quiet moments, leading to more inactivity, resulting in lack of enthusiasm and zest for living.

It’s easy to see a pattern within my life.  I don’t consider myself to be a workaholic, but I am not one to shirk work either.  I’ve discovered over time that I cannot not work.  I was raised with a strong work ethic.  I’ve discovered through raising a family, that I’m not the important one in my life and that doesn’t bother me.  I love seeing others flourish and grow.  If I can be an element in that growth, I’ve gained more than they have.

God gives each of us gifts to use throughout our lives – even when we feel we may no longer serve a purpose – even when our bones creak, our voices crack, our skin wrinkles and most of our bulk is now hanging down around  the waist and hips.  As long as we have life – as long as breath is surging through our nostrils – as long as God allows us time on this planet – we have a job to do.

We don’t have to grow up.  Life can be a blast if we allow it to be, or it can become drudgery if we let it.  When we think that way, we need to start thinking like children again.

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HAUNTING

Posted on May 16, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

A ship through swirly water glides, no rest upon its deck,

For this old craft of yesteryear is nothing but a wreck,

Its crew has long since passed away, its captain is gone too,

So all alone it sails the sea, over the waters blue.

 

This once pristine and mighty boat, was master of the sea,

But now there’s no one to sail her, a pirate ship was she,

She raided the ships around her, kidnapped and plundered too,

Still no one comes to rescue her, she’s met her Waterloo.

 

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SO, THIS IS HAPPENING AGAIN

Posted on May 15, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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As you see in the photograph, I was the recipient of a pie in the face at the end of each performance.  Let me tell you, this is something that has to be choreographed as precisely as a fight scene.  At first I tried to defend myself and the pie went in all directions.  As I anticipated getting that slippery confection, it took a lot of restraint to just let it hit me without looking like I was expecting it.

Well, the same theatre which produced this show last year discovered that there’s a sequel called, “Southern Fried Nuptials.”  It was decided to put this on the docket for July of this year, so this is how I’ll be spending my summer evenings from now on.  Most all of the original cast will be on hand to create more laughter.  This time, there are no flying pie missiles, but who knows.

As I embark on this adventure again, I am again plagued with self doubt.  I’ll be 77 years old in a month.  I tire out when I take more than twenty steps.  My memory has taken a big dive in the past six months.  Last time, I kept rewriting my lines and delivered them in my own words.  Who knows what will happen this time?  Thank goodness I have a director with lots of patience.

So here I go again.  There’s no stopping me.  I wonder if there’s room for performers in heaven?

 

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I’M SORRY

Posted on May 15, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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There are times when the phrase, “I’m sorry” is just a phrase of empty insincere words. The words mean nothing, because they’re said out of obligation.  Being truly contrite means that we know we’ve done something wrong and feel guilt over it.   Because of the shame we feel,  we ask for forgiveness.  Sometimes we receive it – other times our repentance is ignored.  As I mentioned the other day, we often spew words that have no real value.  We say them because we feel obliged to do so.  We put a sad face emoji on an email and expect everything to be fine.

The way we react to another’s sadness over something that made us unhappy – the hurt we feel when attacked by another’s tongue – the depths of despair when someone wrongly accuses us – shows how very human we are.

God, on the other hand, can’t wait for our repentance. It seems such a small thing, but when we sincerely ask for forgiveness, He is overjoyed.  It makes me wonder why we’re so afraid to ask forgiveness from one another.  Maybe because we know that our fellow man doesn’t possess that unconditional love required to forgive.  Maybe we fear being rejected.  Maybe we simply don’t like to admit we’ve done something wrong.

What does God say about repentance?  He expects it.  In order for us to receive all the benefits of His kingdom, we must come before Him with contrite hearts – begging for forgiveness – truly regretting our ability to keep His commandments – but also fully confident that He has given us a way out of that dilemma.  He sent His only Son to be our Rescuer – our Champion – the One whose body was slain for our salvation.

When we forgive another person, it frees us from anger, hatred and a whole assortment of emotions,   When God forgives us – we are the ones we no longer carry the weight of sin.  He gives us that freedom without cost.  He gives it because we say we’re sorry.

God I know that I’ve fallen short of your commandments.  I also know that your love for me is limitless.  You ask only one thing of me – my sincere repentance.  I’m sorry for not placing my complete trust in You. I can’t even begin to say all the things I’m sorry for, but I know that your have invited me to lay my sins on Jesus and that through Him I will receive your forgiveness.  Help me always to follow His example in my life and though I am free, allow me to be a servant for your name’s sake.  Amen!

 

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BREATHLESS

Posted on May 14, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

I suffer from asthma and many other breathing disorders.  As my life progresses, each breath I take becomes harder. I find myself getting short of breath after just a small amount of exertion.  When I need to use my inhaler I’m usually gasping for air.  It’s a feeling of helplessness that I can’t really explain. Once I’ve breathed in the medicine, my symptoms usually subside and my breath returns.

Do you ever feel like you’re suffocating under the pressure of every day living?  The weight of getting through it all  can be oppressive.  When our breath is taken away and our airway seems to have tightly closed,  we become helpless, out of control  and fearful.

There are obstacles that seem to close in on us.  We walk the walk, follow the rules, stay on the righteous path, yet there are still problems.  We get an overdue bill.  Our relationships are a mess. We can’t’ seem to muster up the energy to get through a normal day.  We get a bad report from the doc.  We hear of friends who are ill and passing away. Gloom and doom surrounds us.  At times it feels like we can’t breathe.  There are no instant cures for momenta like that.  Sucking in some oxygen or taking a pill is not going to resuscitate you.  What we all need at that moment, is the life giving breath that only God provides.

His Holy Word is filled with remedies for every malady.  He has erased the sin from our sick souls. He has redeemed us by is precious blood.  We have the confidence that these old bodies will be renewed when we reach heaven.  We are more than special to Him, because He laid down His life for us.  If God loves us that much, we need to start having a better opinion of ourselves.

We can be crushed by the problems or we can push them aside with the power of God.  Alone we will feel breathless, overtaken and hopeless, but with Him at our side, we can conquer anything that comes our way.  He is our lifeline and the things we face today will be gone in just a little while.

 

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BREAK OF DAY

Posted on May 14, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Within the mountain’s early dawn, His majesty is seen,

The skies fill up with brilliance, and glorious golden sheen,

His breath is seen in morning mist, His voice through eagles’ song,

His power displays in sunlit rays, He shines the whole day long,

His love for us unspoken, but seen in every rock,

He leads us like a shepherd protects his wandering flock,

I am so weak and fragile, like many a stubborn sheep,

My trust oft wanes, my fears o’er take, I toss through dream filled sleep,

My tears won’t stop, my faith grows weak, I stumble all the way,

But He’s right there, surrounding me, protecting me each day,

I’ll never grow to understand His unconditional love,

But thank Him that He grants it from His throne high up above,

My God, you are my fortress, my strength when I am weak,

You carry me through deserts, you lead me when you speak,

Through pastures green and waters clean, fulfilling every need,

You fill my heart with gratitude, my soul your Word does feed.

 

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HOW ARE YOU?

Posted on May 13, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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When you get to be my age, this is a question you usually don’t ask much anymore.  If you’re asked the question, expect a long drawn out answer which you had no intention or the hours required to hear.

In the world today, we can post an emoji to show how we feel, without going into a lot of detail.  Sometimes those emoji tell it all and it takes no time to spill your true feelings.  You may have a plethora of emoji which indicate a true state of confusion.  However, we are not a people of little, yellow, round faces with various emotions pasted on them.  At least not yet.

Getting older, as I and most of my friends are, when asked, “how are you doing?” the answers can be as simple as, “I’m still horizontal,” or “Still standing.”  They can be as witty as “At least I’m above ground.”  If you’re told, “It’s good to see you,” you can always respond with, “It’s better to be seen than viewed.”

Enough of the silly comebacks.  If we were to really tell someone how we feel, we would need more than a few hours to describe everything that’s going on in our lives.  Most of the time, we’re afraid to ask for that very reason.  No one really wants to know how you’re doing.

When this phrase was first spoken, it must’ve been in all sincerity.  The person asking would wait for a response, perhaps because the person had been in poor health before their meeting.  I assume as time went by and people got tired of enduring the long answers, it just developed into a catch phrase and eventually wound up becoming the slang, “How ya doin’,” which is more like a simple greeting today.

These words have gone by the wayside and seem almost uncaring and meaningless.  The same can be true of the phrase, “I’ll pray for you.”  How often have you said that as a catch phrase or cop out for someone who is going through difficulty?  How many times have you sincerely prayed for that person?  How many have stopped what they were doing to actually pray with that person?

When we throw words around, they should have something solid to support behind them.  In all our prayers and petitions, we should be sincere and honest with those we are praying for, otherwise it becomes another meaningless set of words.

Prayer is our communication with God.  This has been granted to us by the work Jesus did and what the Holy Spirit continues to do within us.  This gift is our way to go directly to the source with all our needs and cares.  We need to mean it when we say, “I’m praying for you.”

“And when you pray, do not heap up empty phrases as the Gentiles do, for they think that they will be heard for their many words.”  Matthew 6:7

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MY WRITING JOURNEY

Posted on May 11, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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With all the fiction in the political scene, it probably would be more lucrative to put your writing skills into that market.

I’ve finished my mandatory 60,000+ plus words.  I’m adding a few more as I begin the editing process.  You can’t imagine my excitement as I saw the word count hit that mark.  It was liking watching the odometer on your car turning to 100,000 miles.  There’s a feeling of accomplishment.  There’s a certain amount of pride for reaching the goal.  There’s the anticipation of what comes next – fear of rejection and hope that people will love your work as much as you.

That fear of rejection has always been my nemesis.  I’ve written countless short stories, plays, poems, screen plays, blog posts and always come to that final pinnacle.  the time actually submitting my work.  I can’t push myself beyond wanting to get it done.  I know that the hardest door to open is my own, but  still fear the entire process.  Maybe it goes back to my eighth grade teacher’s discouraging words about my writing.  As I look back now, it could have deterred me from ever writing again, but it actually acted as an impetus to go on.  Even though there were a couple of wasted years because of it.  After many tears, self inflicted feelings of inferiority and lack of courage, I continued to write because I felt I had to.

I still wonder about self-publishing.  Is this the best way to market your work?  I’d like some feedback on that.  I self-published my biography a few years ago, but that was mainly for the benefit of my family and its history.  There is money involved in self-publishing as well.  When you’re a starving artist and married to one to boot, money is tight.

There are many of you out there in Blogsville who know a lot more about this process than I do.  I’d appreciate any help I can get.  In the meantime, I will continue the editing process and let you know how it’s coming.

 

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THE KIDS WHO CALL ME MOM

Posted on May 11, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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I have been blessed by God with three wonderful kids.  Each of them is unique in their own special way.  This picture was taken several years ago.  Hair color has changed somewhat, time has caught up with them, but this is the only one I could find that shows them all together at the same time.

To say they come from good stock would probably sound like any proud mother, but I’ll say it anyway.  They were born into a Christian home, loved to the moon and back by Christian parents, grandparents, great grandparents, etc.  They knew Jesus the minute they came into the world, because both mom and dad prayed with extremely grateful hearts when they were born.  The prayers continue every day.

It always amazes me how quickly they’re aging.  I don’t feel as though I’ve aged a bit. Somehow my oldest daughter is going to be 53 this year, our son is 51 and our baby girl will be 47.  How did that happen?

Our prayers for our children have not stopped.  Even though they’re all self sufficient, we continue to ask for God’s presence in their lives.  We confidently pray that the things they learned as children still remains in their hearts.

I could go into great detail about the successes these wonderful human beings have achieved.  I could use fancy words to describe how much they mean to me.  I could wax arrogantly (how’s that for fancy words?) as to their good looks, their sparkling smiles, their wit and charm, but no one would believe me. I tend to wax too much when it comes to my kids.

I’ll just say this.  I am proud to be a mother.  I was never really prepared for all the things that came along with parenting, but God was with me through the journey.  It’s been exciting, frustrating, worrisome, wonderful, nerve wracking and the best thing I ever did. I thank God for the honor of allowing me to be a mom.

 

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PULL ANCHOR – RAISE THE SAILS

Posted on May 11, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Morning air, crisp – fresh –  invigorating,

Sun dapples the still water with sparkling, glittering diamonds,

Soon the solitude is broken, as sails are released from their sleep,

As the sound of starched, white canvas tickles the ear,

You hope for a hint or more of wind, enough to fill the sails.

And carry the vessels swiftly across the great expanse.

 

As more sails rise, the sun soaks up the dew on the shoreline,

Sleep is wiped from the eyes,  tired muscles are flexed,

Thoughts turn to second chances and fresh starts as you welcome the day,

Life is renewed with the refreshment of rest, but  now is the time for recreation,

Seagulls soar above, knowing there soon will be a tiny morsel of tasty fish.

The anchor is lifted, nothing holds you back, you are free,

Sails catch the wind and vessels gather.

 

Anxious hearts begin to race, excitement surges through muscular arms,

The sound of a single shot sets things in motion,

Freedom is yours as you glide unfettered upon a lake of glass,

The race won’t be easy, there will be obstacles and spills,

You will return home a winner or not, but always exhilarated,

Anchored again in a safe harbor,

Ready for another day, another contest another challenge.

 

REGATTA!

 

 

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WALLY’S FRIDAY FRYDADDY FUNNY

Posted on May 10, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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JULIE’S FRIDAY FUNNY

Posted on May 10, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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PROUD GRANDMA YODA IS OF BABY NEW.  YODA MAYOR SURE IS NOT.

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DAYS IN THE LIFE OF A MOTHER

Posted on May 9, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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Every mom has a few funny stories she drags up once in a while to amuse her friends or remind her kids of how much fun it is to parent.  Our kids usually aren’t amused at the retelling, but that doesn’t deter us from doing so over and over and over again.  It’s a mother thing.

I’ve shared many incidents involving my youngest daughter, much to her chagrin.  I didn’t have time to think much about the silly things my first two did.  They were born 20 months apart and kept me busy thinking about other things – like staying awake, changing diapers, washing diapers, potty training, managing a household and hanging on to my sanity by a thread.

When the third came along, I was a seasoned mother.  At least I thought I was. She arrived five years after the second one.  The first two were in school so I had her all to myself.  She was a very good baby.  I’m sure it was because I was a much calmer mom by then.

Since she’s usually the recipient of my funniest memories of motherhood, I’ll give her a break today.  You won’t be hearing about the dog she spray painted blue or the chewed gum she stole from a little boy in church – right from his mouth.  I won’t talk about the fact that she designed a little closet for all her Barbie clothes on the wall of her bedroom.  She saw me pounding nails to hang pictures and did the same to display her doll’s wardrobe.  I will not mention art project that I ate.  I won’t say a word about all the boys she gave her phone number to.

Instead I’ll talk about all of their joint adventures as they were growing up.  There were the funerals for dead critters – like grasshoppers, baby birds and a duck called Yacky Doodle.  There were a few dogs buried on our property.  There were the family vacations.  On second thought, you don’t want to hear about those.  There were the trips to the local creek to find leeches and suckers for fishing.  Our niece went along once and thought they were looking for peaches and suckers.

There were the countless sporting events when we’d cheer them on, even if they were running the wrong way on the basketball court.  We applauded as they performed in school plays or musical performances.  Since I was also their drama instructor for all their years in high school, there were lots of challenges in that area.  More drama than I was prepared for.

I remember the tears shed when the girls walked down the aisle – the pride as each of them had children of their own – the worry when they didn’t come home at the usual time – the hours spent sewing little matching outfits for them to wear at Christmas. That ended when they turned five and it wasn’t cool anymore.  Their confirmation days and expression of faith brought more tears.  To see them develop that faith and become reliant on God to help them through their difficult times as well as the good.

All the highs and lows of parenting eventually smooth out. Those times are helping to form a person who will be prepared for the future.  The foundation we lay for our children will affect them beyond our wildest dreams.

Now I’m hearing stories about their childhood that I was never aware of.  Maybe some of them are best left untold.

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BIG MUDDY

Posted on May 9, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

The muddy waters are stirred by the giant paddle wheel,

Steam pours from the smoke stack,

The craft easily cuts through the river,

Gliding, coasting, dancing across the glasslike surface,

Encroaching on music from a choir of croaking frogs,

Standing firm within the winds of a summer storm,

Ever staunch,

Yet pouring out great effort,

Within this workhorse, inside its protected cabins,

Are stories yet untold,

Gamblers, wayfarers, moguls, those in hope of a future,

The best and worst of society,

This belle of the water is a symbol of another time,

A quieter, more peaceful time,

A time when the sound of the paddle,

Gave way only to the sounds of nature,

Oh for those long lost days.

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MOTHER OF MANY

Posted on May 8, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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“He that raises a large family does, indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand a broader mark for sorrow; but then he stands a broader mark for pleasure too.”  Benjamin Franklin

Well, Benjamin Franklin only had three children that we know of – so easy for him to say right?  What about large families?  My mother came from a brood of eight.  She was the second born, so became one of the caretakers of the youngers when she was old enough to change a diaper.  Large families are not as popular today, but I still know a few and they seem to function amazingly well.  In a way it’s like having a built in assembly line at times.

As times change and mother’s responsibilities reach beyond the walls of the home, women are choosing to have smaller families. It’s pretty much a balancing act when it’s necessary to add bread winner to the list of motherly duties.

When I thumb through old, old photographs of long gone ancestors, they usually contain large families.  In those times it was as necessary to produce offspring as it was to make hay or milk cows.  Those children would help in the running of the family business.  Same was true for city folks who were just getting by.  For the poor, large families would bring in more income.  For the wealthy, the size of a man’s family was a status symbol of sorts.

Large families today are not as common.  Being a stay at home mom is somewhat unusual, yet many women choose to do so and in addition are home schooling their children.  I say, hats off to these women.  I commend them especially because I know I could never done that myself.  That doesn’t mean you should feel less of a mother for not staying home.

Whether you have one child or ten of them, you are a mother.  A mother is required to love her children, care for them, provide for their needs, to nurture, nourish and nurse them.  There are no rules for being a good mom, but once you hold that precious, new life in your hands, you know that this is a gift that only God can give.  The responsibilities that come along with it are huge, but God chose women to birth children because He knew we were the ones with the tender hearts, the soft,gentle compassion and the built in need to nurture.

 

 

 

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I WANT MY MOMMIE!

Posted on May 6, 2019 by atimetoshare.me

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Don’t you just love it when there’s a little voice trailing behind you saying, “Mom – mom, mommie, mother, ma, mom, mom, mom?  Little ones are constant sources of questions, needs, demands and wants.  “I want a cookie,” “I want a new dress for prom,” “Can’t you just write a check for it? “I need a cookie,” “Where are my socks?” “Why don’t you answer me?”  “You never listen!”  “Where’s my cookie?” “Can you drive me to gymnastics?” “Do we have any cookies?”

Most of the time you don’t even get a full question.  All you receive is the word MAAAAAHHHHM!!!  The reiteration of that word a thousand times a day can become like a constant dripping.

Kids are born in need of the warmth of your body, the sense of love and belonging, the comfort of your touch.  They also need your protection, your guidance, your discipline, your rules, but more than anything they need YOU.

We learn at an early age how children come to be, but unfortunately they don’t include an instruction manual.  You can buy hundreds of books on child rearing and dealing with the problems and joys of parenting.  You can get advice from most people about how to raise a child – but many of them have never had one of their own.  Parenting comes with its own set of rules.

When you’re a young mom you deal with bruises, scuffed egos, falling down, getting back up, teaching as much as they can absorb and praying that you’re doing it right.    Most of the time it’s a fly by the seat of your pants experience.

Being a mom includes cleaning spit up off your nice, new black dress.  It means getting up in the middle of the night to calm a child who has had a bad dream or a fever.  It includes dirty diapers, vomit, blood, sweat and a whole lot of tears.  It requires patience, a loving spirit, time, sleepless nights, support, coffee and the knowledge that you are not alone.

Giving your children a firm foundation through the Word of God will give them the only handbook you or they will ever need.

The Bible won’t tell you how to potty train your child, but you’ll gain the patience to do so.  It won’t tell you how to react when your son comes home with a ten foot snake that has just devoured his lunch, but it will allow you to maintain your calm as you point him to the door to return it back into nature.  It won’t tell you how to keep your children from the wrong people, but it will prepare them to walk away from situations that are questionable.

We as moms should always realize that our children are on loan to us.  It is not our job to be their friend, to coddle them, to create an aura of entitlement or to reward them when they don’t deserve it.  Moms are nurturers – providers – teachers – motivators – examples for their children.  Under your watch you’re responsible for their spiritual welfare along with their physical needs.   Give them the tools they need to protect them from bullies, those who would lead them down a dark path – something to hold onto for the rest of their lives.

When I have an ache or a cold or a need for a hug, my thought always go to my mom.  When I have a problem that she could help with, I long to have her help.  When our moms are no longer in our lives there is an emptiness beyond compare.  I still want my Mommie.

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