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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Valuable Mothers

Most people would say this in response to me telling them that I teach Home Economics: "Really!?, they still teach that in schools?"  

It's quite interesting to me to see how much our society has degraded the home and its many functions.  In the guise of "women's rights," we have conditioned countless generations of high school girls to think that home making is not a high calling.  As a result we now have over-stressed, over -worked women who have farmed out their children to be cared for by others. While they pursue personal gain and a false notion that the modern "liberated" woman can and will have it all.  I'm not trying to cause a war between what each individual mother chooses for her life, but I am trying to  "tip the scales" of balance back towards a  perspective equal to the idea that staying at home with your children is just as important if not more to that of the career/working mom. This negative perception of a woman's womanly duties have been undermined for far too long. 

My job as an educator is to give my students a fair and accurate view of both sides.  For so long, there has been a retreating of women from the home. Perhaps we need to bring back an education of what actually being in the home entails, rather than indoctrinate upcoming generations of women into a one sided narrow view, which states that fulfillment only comes from the emancipation of her maternal instincts in order to forge a way in the male dominated market place of corporate America.  Chasing the male characteristics of a career outside the rearing and caring for the children she bore herself. Actually within reason, this gender reversal of the roles and trying to be a man is unnatural. But Feminists have played the woman for a fool since the time she said that she can eradicate the products of promiscuity in obtaining an abortion, therefore, "biologically" being just like the man in that regard.  Woman, as God created her, is more intelligent than Feminists would like her to think. You see there is a lot to be said to the natural draws a woman feels when she has a child of her own.  

Why I teach Home Ec. to girls is to tell them: it is okay to want to stay at home with her kids and leave the corporate path; it is okay and she has not "regressed" back to the stone age because her maternal call ways heavily on her desire to care for her house, husband and children.

In my attempt to prepare for my class and as I was reading the introduction in our Home Ec. book, the first paragraph was a perfect example of what I have been trying to relay to my students:

                "Technology has made life easier for billions of people, but one of its greatest benefits is its                  contribution to women's rights. Liberated from the need to have someone at home all day                long, women could work in offices, flip burgers, run banks.  Home economics ("home ec" to                dwindling generations of high school students) was seen as a lowering of horizons,                              regressive even." paragraph 1, page 6 Home Economics Vintage Advice and Practical                         Science for the 21st Century Household

Most progressive educators would be thrilled with this analysis, and on the other hand some of my counterparts would veer away from a book whose first paragraph states such falsity so emphatically.  I however, see an opportunity to teach my students; first, to be ever aware of ideologies that go against the Bible, and second, to teach them to think about what the author is saying and why it is something they can or cannot agree with when it's compared to what the Bible says.  My ideals are grounded in what the Bible has to say on every aspect of life.  This is how I view the world. (Everyone has a world view of some kind, secular, humanistic, or Biblical)

On the contrary to what the world seems to value (as stated in the opening paragraph) I would like to pose this question: who will remember what office you worked, what bank you ran or what kind of burgers you flipped when you are sitting on your rocking chair in some assisted living care center? Who will remember if you scaled the highest mountain, ran the fastest time or traveled to all the countries of the world?  My Biblical world view teaches me that life is not made up of what is temporal, but what is eternal.  When life ends here on Earth, another life begins in eternity. Titus chapter 2 speaks about what God places value on in His ultimate design for man and woman in their roles in such capacities within and out of the Home. Again, each situation is different for those who encounter life.  And the ideal won't always be attainable.  I am trying to teach God's ideal as He states in the Bible.  And specifically the ideal as it pertains to women,  Tit 2:3 The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things; Tit 2:4 That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, Tit 2:5 To be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed.

This ideal is what I try to have my students strive for, not what the world says.  It all comes down to what will be remembered when our lives on this earth are done.  What will be remembered is the heritage that you as a mother laid as a joint heir to the grace of life. 1Pe 3:7 Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them (wife) according to knowledge, giving honour unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life; that your prayers be not hindered.

In the role as mother you will have your part in molding and making a future generation of Christians who can continue to pass on the knowledge of God's beautiful salvation through Jesus.  This is a sobering and daunting thought, and more worth should be doled out to those moms who would choose this ideal.  Choosing to "lower your horizons," as the introduction pointed out is actually quite the opposite when choosing to be the sole care provider of your children, house and home, it's not "regressive." 

Technology may have made laundry easier, a dishwasher may make it easier to wash dishes but technology cannot replace what is a mother's steady figure of constant nurturing care and guidance give and requires her to be in the home from day to day(if not until the children are of school age, which then, gives her more freedom to choose her daily duties).  Being "home all day" is what makes that position so irreplaceable, for you can only be a mother to the child you gave birth to, all others are just a replica. (Not to demean those who have no choice in the matter, again, I'm striving for the ideal.)

We need to raise up a generation of women who will not run from their posts of the home or be intimidated in their decision by a godless society that tells them they have chose a course less desirable in  life, but be glad and return to what is the most important role, as Ellen Key said,

                              "The Mother [sic and wife] is the most precious possession of the nation. So                                          precious that society advances its highest well-being when it protects the functions                                 of the mother."

It's about time we reintroduce Home Economics back into life, back into schools, and back into the minds of generations to come- a vocation worthy of its pursuit.  It's time we as a society begin to protect and cherish the office of motherhood and home making once again.  It's time to advance moms, not demean them. 

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Operation: TOTB!

Alright, in response to the total decay of modern society and its now very backward stance on the governance of the use of public restrooms, I call your attention to, Operation: Take Our Toilets Back! 

It's easy to figure out from my household why the latest battles against the designated gender signs over public restrooms are so disheartening.  I have three very innocent impressionable girls that I am trying to raise to be decent law abiding productive, God fearing women someday.

 This latest attack on my daughters, yes, it's an attack on them- they are helpless and they can't defend themselves against the perverts who want to use their bathroom, is an indication of what I have said so many times before: that once you allow for any variation of perversion of lifestyle as it relates to gender outside of what was designed infiltrate, you will have an upset of decent morals, the breakdown of the cooperation of mankind to live peaceably with one another and the eradication of basic common sense. Hence, the dilemma we now see in our modern culture on bathroom choice.

 My Pastor's Wife pointed out something very interesting, why aren't Trans-gender Women who identify as men fighting so hard to use the men's bathroom?  I'll tell you, because no one wants to use that dirty smelly place....even so-called women who identify as men...

Operation Take Our Toilets Back! (OTOTB!) is a mission for regular mothers who want to protect their children.

In my house, I will now instruct my girls the following way:

In the event that a self-identifying woman/man uses the bathroom while they are in it, my girls will commence to the following action: (this protocol is not just for young girls, but women like me, who also feel that our bathrooms should be for our use only...)

1-Identity, Detect and Acquire target: Is it a man?  Yes.
2- Employment of Non-lethal Means: Plan of Action if affirmative: Engage target by screaming highest possible shrilled scream, while yelling, "help, help help!!!"
3-Target Neutralization: Don't stop screaming unless otherwise instructed by parent.

This home will start OTOTB!! training today.  And if you have ever heard my girls scream, you know that for sure there will definitely be a scene in the bathroom and that said TG will be made to feel just as uncomfortable as we have been made to feel.

I am not hopeless and as the minorities of this country complain the loudest in an attempt to change Her, I will actively engage in my small way!  I will not go down silent!

"It is a general popular error to suppose the loudest complainers for the publick to be the most anxious for its welfare." -Edmund Burke

Thursday, March 31, 2016

Dear Freddie

Cup of Joy for the day is my favorite tea mug (on the days when a cup and saucer just won't cut it) and some good old  English breakfast tea, this collection of tea happened to be a gift this year from one of Mike's Attorney friends.  We get spoiled, every year around Christmas a huge basket of goodies arrives on our doorstep...

Frederick has been in our family now for 6 months.  Obviously, I'm so in love with this little man. 

At six months, Frederick enjoys playing with empty water bottles, my keys on my school lanyard, any rattling shiny objects and his little monkey stuffy that plays neat jungle music. 

He has started this new sound where he is says "dadadada." Of course it would be that sound, cus I'm with the boy most. Ha!!All of my kids said "dadada" first. He giggles when I play peek-a-boo and kiss his cheeks.  He likes to get the attention of all of us by shrilling loudly above everyone.

He sucks his thumb.  When he gets sleepy he puts his head on my shoulder, snuggles up and puts his thumb in his mouth. Not long after that he's sound asleep. He can roll onto his side; he doesn't care to be on his tummy for long.  

Lizzie likes to pick him up and carry him around the living room when he gets fussy while I'm cooking.  Maddie calls him "baby fuzzy" sometimes and she'll ask him, "baby Freddie, you love me? you love me?" Bella likes to tickle his feet and tells him, "you're so cute, I could eat you..."  

Everyone loves him...I think all of my kids have about 5 adopted aunts and grandmas.   

"A little bit of heaven
Has been (sic) sent from above-
A handful of happiness,
A heartful of love.
The mystery of life,
So sacred and sweet
The giver of joy
So deep and complete.
Precious and priceless,
So lovable, too
The world's sweetest miracle,
Baby  Freddie (sic), is you"

Thursday, March 24, 2016

The "Beth" Hug

I was sitting with my husband tonight and we were talking about what it was like to be newly married and all the things we have learned along the way.  Oddly, we were talking about the size crock pot we had and how we should have bought a bigger one when we were first married.  Then I said, "Yeah, one of those kinds of questions I could've asked my mom...I wish she was still here..."

This statement set off a kind of domino effect of memories, connecting me to her again. Causing me to think about the questions I've had through the years that I would have asked her, drawing out long forgotten memories I had experienced with her.

I think about all the things that that woman, who was my mother, has missed since she went away.

One memory comes to mind on one particular day, it takes me to David's Bridal where I was picking out my wedding dress. I was in the store by myself, trying dresses on, one by one the attendant brought out each dress for me to put on...I was happy in the moment, happy that I had found love and someone to share my life with yet I was sad because my mom wasn't there offering me her opinions; I was full of joy because of the prospect of matrimony and how I wasn't going to be alone, yet I felt hollow at the fact that there was an empty chair where she was suppose to be. She wasn't there to help me pick out the most important dress I was to wear in my life.

She was there countless times before in high school where we would choose dresses for proms and pageants, times that were fun, but times I foolishly took for granted.

Pictures of my mom flash in my minds eye, as I vaguely remember what it was like to feel her presences in my life as a young girl barely 15 years old.  A time in my own developing girlhood when I started to realize what an amazing person my mom really was.

A time when I started to notice how the hardships of life affected her, yet she still managed to dance with me in the Kitchen to  Aha's "Take On Me"  after school.

 A time when I realized she worked so hard at dead-end jobs where she was over qualified and under paid yet still found the time to make it to track meets where she would cheer me on even if I  was the last person to finish.

A time when I started to realize that she was physically and mentally exhausted, yet still managed to smile at me and give me a big "Beth" hug and ask me how my day was.

A time where I as a teenager acted out because of some superficial offense and how I took it out on her, yet she still managed to say she loved me and forgave me for my teenage immaturity ...

A time where I saw with crystal clear clarity that she was the best mom in the whole world, my only mom...

Then in the wee small hours of the night the phone rang, my dad answered it.  He told me to get my sister up and get dressed.  We traveled to a hospital, where the doctor took us to a little dim lighted room and told us that she didn't survive the car accident she had been involved in, that she was gone. She was gone.

You know, there is an intense loneliness you experience when you loose the person who birthed you, nursed you and nurtured you.

Even amidst the crowded blessings of a home such as mine there are still hints of loneliness in knowing that that one person who was your advocate, who was your flesh and blood, who was your one and only mom, is no longer residing on this earth.

These questions that lead to remembering my mom happen very rarely and are a kind of wake up call to the fact that time makes memories distant. These moments revive that person's existence to life again in a cognitive way. The memories I have of her are alive and vivid, even if for just a few fleeting moments. They touch the emotions and stir them. The reality of my mom's absence is so profoundly realized. Yet the sweetness of her memory is regained into consciousness. It leads me on this rabbit trail of memories and emotions.

I sit here and I quietly try to capture them.

I day dream about what it would be like to pick up the phone and call her, to hear her voice on the other end.  What would it be like to pick her brain? It's like I'm carrying on a a perpetual one-sided conversation that never ends...

Motherhood also, has deeply connected me to my mom. As I'm in the day to day trenches, I can't count how many times I think about what it must have been like for her as she was going through this journey.

How would she advise me now? What would it be like to hear her tell me about things she experienced as I try to raise my kids? Would she agree with how I'm raising them?

The true reality of my life is that my mother is gone.  I choose to not get bitter about it because I know there is purpose and plan to be carried out by a God who loves me. If there hadn't been the death of my mom, would I have learned to love the Lord the way that I do now?  If that was the purpose, then I'll pursue that till the end of my own life.  I don't mourn as others, I live in hope, in the hope that when my journey comes to an end, me and my mom's paths will cross again, and hey, maybe I'll be able  to get one more "Beth" hug.

Monday, February 29, 2016

Meet the Dark...

Within the four walls of my very small world I am surrounded by the pitter-patter of tiny feet running up and down the halls of my home, getting the football linebacker hugs of my middle child, seeing my eldest develop into a kind motherly young girl, walking my second middle child to bathroom the 5th time in an hour to help her, the giggles of a 5 month chubby child "man" whom we refer to as "the boy,"who drools all over himself; he laughs with delight when I tickle his tummy as I change his diaper. I'm in awe of the miracle he his.

My little world consists of the laundry to wash, the band-aides I put on, the barbies to dress, the mac n cheese to make and the covers to tuck in.  During parts of my day, I teach high school students a Christ-centered approach to fitness (bodily exercise that profits a little), as well as teach them an art lost to modern feminism known as home economics.  I help out our Pastor Emeritus in his efforts to be a blessing to the Israeli Defense Forces by being his hubby gets my kisses before he goes to work in the morning and when he comes home almost 12 hours later.  I spend Sunday, and Wednesday enjoying the fellowship of my church family worshiping God in what ever small capacity I can playing in our orchestra, singing in our choir or rocking our babies to sleep and picking up after toddlers in our Nursery.

Within these four walls it's very easy to get caught up in life. The everyday life, being happy and content of what God has given to me as "my life."  I've come to a point where I am happy, happy with my 4 kids, my husband, my part time job as a teacher and administrative assistant. I'm happy yes, oh so happy and more importantly I'm  grateful.  Grateful for all the things God has allowed me to accomplish and to posses and to experience. I shouldn't be allowed to have this much fun. Don't get me wrong, we have our share of struggles, but in general as the cliche goes, Life is Good.

Why would I ever want to look out of the four walls of my wonderfully complete home and life? Well I look beyond my four walls because of what I see our world becoming.  I look because soon this world will affect the lives of my kids more than I can possibly know. I look because of my desire to be ever learning and informed. This desire has never left me even as I've dove headfirst into the domestic arts called child rearing and homemaking. My Marine Intell background just stays with me.  Although my time isn't as free as it use to be as a single carefree college student to be able to read as much as I want, I still try to remain well read.

In my search for information, what I find truly shocks me.  It wakes me up.  Soberly, I see what the world is becoming because too many of us never venture out into the unknown because of what they might find. What I found today has my heart breaking.

In my daily perusing of the news, I came across an article about a woman in Russia who decapitated a 4 year old girl she was babysitting, who then decided to parade that child's severed head around Moscow until the authorities were called.  The details of the whole ordeal are absolutely unthinkable. Here's the article:

My first thoughts after reading the article and trying to make sense of it is complete horror, then slowly I feel deep down inside a sense of gratitude.  Gratitude, really? Yes, I'm grateful.  I'm grateful because everyone of us in our natural state, a state free of the constraint of the Holy Spirit, that comes from God the Father and is embodied through the person of Jesus Christ, a sinful state, without Christ, is capable of such an evil. I'm grateful that for whatever reason, God allowed me as an 8 year old girl at my dad's kitchen table, where I accepted that grace freely.  My thoughts then move to sadness, first for that innocent child killed, then to that darkened soul who was never given the light of the Love of Jesus.  You know True Love constrains all of us.  She was never given Jesus.

I'm not afraid of that evil, but it shakes me to the core of who I am, to think that there is this kind of vile existence in our world.   Most people don't want to wake up to the evil because it's too hard to think about.

My heart breaks because of the evil I see, and you know, for evil to win is when good men do nothing.  I tell about this horrendous story because we are at a tipping point in our society. We have been fed a lie.  The national media will never let on to what is taking place in our country, because of greed and power lust.  I share this story because like I said earlier it shakes us, and wakes us up to reality. In America, our four walls, we will begin to see more stuff like what I named above if we don't rise up collectively as a nation of people who care to stop it. To stand and DO!! To stand and do, you must first break away from the comfort of the four walls of your world.  Then you must place yourself in a place of uneasiness.  As a nation we've gotten too comfortable with all of our entertainment and distractions.

Lately, I've heard people tell me that this election isn't about electing a Pastor, and that Cruz is too good, that he wouldn't win because of his standards.  Well maybe I hear people say that because sadly they've lost their faith. And they've become comfortable to settle for what the mainstream decides.  You know if God still doesn't, He IS STILL GOOD.  So why not prove Him for a change and forget about who is the most electable and just  do the right thing, because IT'S STILL RIGHT.

This little man, "Freddie Freddie french fry," as I sometimes chant to him, and his three sisters are why I venture out into to a dark world, I try to meet the darkness with His Light, whether it be  by giving some one a gospel tract, opening a door, picking up litter, forgiving a rude driver...I meet the dark with love, you know love isn't a feeling, it's an action.  What will your reason be to meet the dark?

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Cup of Joy: Cozy Chamomile, FMR III Newborn Pictures

The kids are sleeping; I have a cup of tea and I thought it would be great time to upload some pictures. I attempted to take some pictures of Frederick as a newborn. 

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

The Little Things

I'm in the last stages of this pregnancy. In an attempt to get the baby's nursery ready I've been collecting things for a while.  Sometime back, I came by a crib bed set made by Kola Baby, it's a brand you find at Babies R Us, and I picked it up at a Thrift store for $12.98... I was super pleased because it was an Alpha Bet, Animal basically I could go anywhere with it. You know how expensive that stuff can be it you buy it brand new. It's been fun decorating the nursery for Baby Freddie and piecing together all the things. We took out the guest bed and made it a dual purpose room.  Since our family is growing, the girls needed a bigger area to play and a place to store toys and of course it's the nursery. I guess it's always been a dual purpose room, now it will serve three functions...anyway, yesterday I thought it would be fun to go shopping for some things that I still needed, so I packed up the girls after school and headed to Babies R Us.  It was fun to walk around and look at all the pretty things, but being who I am, I couldn't break down and buy a crib sheet for $18....the girls had fun too, they have these kid-size plush stuffed animals that they can actually get on and ride...I headed over to where they were and looked down at the price...$160...I told the girls to come along as we perused the clearance section...I didn't see anything so we left the store. That night I told Mike just in passing about the animals we saw and how it would be kind of neat to have one for the Baby's room....but of course we both just laughed because we both agreed that $160 was a bit ridiculous.

Today I had to get me teeth cleaned, on the way back from my appointment, I wanted to make a quick stop by a Thrift store I frequent to see what they had.  As I walked in the front door, over to the left, there it stood, a kid-sized plush riding pony.  I laughed out loud.  I walked over to it; the price was surely right!! -$20.  I bought it and took it home.  I was just so tickled, I had to call Mike.  
I really do believe that an All-Powerful, All-Knowing, All-Present, Sovereign God sees pleasure in being a loving Father to His Own, that horse just so "happened" to be in that Thrift store as I just so "happened" to be driving to pick up my girls from the sitter. 
I know that in the scheme of things the pony really is not that big of a deal, but I feel like so many times we miss out on the little things that God does. We forget that He daily loads us with blessings and benefits. It is a big deal to me, He is real to me not because He gives me what I want, but because He cares for me in the smallest of ways. Thank you Lord for even the little things.