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It is the same old blog, with the same old thoughts. I decided I want to resurrect the thing, give new life. So, I gave it a new name. I am not sure what I will be blogging about, but with moving to a new area, and again, a new state. I am sure I can come up with something. Some of what I hope to be doing is changing how we do some stuff. I plan on going back to the basics. Eating what we grow, or what we can get from someone else’s garden via farmer markets and co-ops. I also plan on be a miss susie-homemaker again. Again, for health reasons, as well as because I just can not go back and work a regular job. We will be living 20 15 minutes away from the nearest store. So, running to the store is going to be a thing of the past. Plus, at the moment, we are back to a one car family. Hopefully only for a wee bit. I can not stand be stranded. Since I am so erratic, and I never know which way my thoughts are going to take me, I decided to just go with a catch-all kind of name! Kind of fits me, ya know? So, tell me what you think? Like the name?
I am awaiting a time to sit and just do a blog post some justice.
And, I promise, this week, there will be some blogging justices going on.
Till then, gaze your eyes on this sweet muffin.
She had her first cold this week, and was not feeling her best. But, she gave Nana a picture anyways…..
Let me start by saying, I know I have worked out of my home. I did so because my husband told me too, which means I was obeying my husband. However, after we prayed about it, he decided it was fruitless for me to be working. Because of the situation in our home, on which we completely place the blame on me working,
Anyways, while I was taking a small break and checking out Facebook, I came across the following blog post. I very much enjoyed it. Please check it out!
Since it has been a few days since I started to write this blog post, I had to go back and read what the link was about.
Sad, I know, but who wants a blogger writing of which she has zero knowledge of the subject at hand?
I did not always want to be a mommy. In fact, I almost gave my oldest up for adoption. Why? Because mommyhood was not where I wanted to be. I wanted to be out on some ship in the ocean playing soldier. Or, I wanted to be playing football. Go figure. But, when I got pregnant with my daughter, and going through the morning sickness, and craving for peanuts, and then throwing them back up. I think it was right around when she started to kick the insides of me that I decided, I rather be a mommy.
I thought I could have it all, go to school, work, be a mom. But in the end, being a mom is what I enjoyed the most. The early morning grab my nose and twist till I see tears in my eyes. The late afternoon of getting my head pushed back so she could kiss the “boo boo” which was the mole that was on my neck, that I still have by the way. She even has a matching one. I would not give those times up for anything. When I got pregnant 5 yeas down the road, I was again working to support my family since the ex was a drug addict. Fast forward, I have worked for part of my marriage. Mainly because we thought we could not make it otherwise. And, we did not trust God enough.
Feminism has played a big part in how our world is shaping up. How the children act towards their peers, and towards to other adults. We have thousands of children locked up in juvenile homes because their moms are too busy to care. Now, before you all go and bite my head off, I am not talking about the single moms that have to work. Or the moms that have been widowed. I am not talking about you. I am talking about the two parent families that want the almighty dollar so they can be like the neighbor. I have worked with many of these youths and the ones that strike me are the ones that could have a better life if their parents cared more. The moms that wanted to be out there instead of at home caring for their children.
I hated working. I fully blame my husband and I because my daughter is pregnant. Sure, she could have gotten pregnant anytime anywhere but, without me home, and my husband at school. She had a lot of time left to herself. The bible talks a lot about child being left to themselves.
Proverbs 29:15 The rod and reproof give wisdom: but a child left to himselfbringeth his mother to shame.
So, while it may not be entirely our fault. We are taking the blame. We have done a lot of things wrong in our parenting. A lot of it has to do with basically wanting what we want as parents instead of the Lord. That is also a major part in the feminism life. Feminists want what they want instead of what God wants for their lives.
Enough from me, I am so glad that I am home now. I am so glad that because we are in our rightful places, the Lord is allowed to work.