Our son’s due date is November 7th, and we don’t know if he will arrive today…maybe…maybe not. Due dates are just guesses that land within the four weeks the baby will probably be born! I’m remembering that and holding this date lightly, but enjoying it. I love the number seven, and I’m happy that whatever day our baby boy is born, he will have a seven in his birthdate (through being born in 2017).
We have one week to go until we are 40 weeks pregnant! It feels like I have a basketball straped to my front that likes to move and sort of stretch and kick me periodically. 🙂 Overall I am feeling well; I take a lot of naps and am having warm up contractions.
We are finishing up taking out old carpet and replacing it with wood laminate in seven rooms in our house –we have about 1 1/2 rooms left, and we could use your prayers that we finish before our baby arrives! My Mom told me that my Dad was re-doing the floors in their house when I arrived…so there may be some sort of tradition going on.
I thought I would share a few more of the shots from our maternity shoot with our sister in law, Lindsey, back in July:
As you enjoy this United States’ Mother’s Day weekend, consider: Women who are not mothers currently does not mean they do not WANT Motherhood, but that it has not opened up for them yet. Be hopeful and encouraging!
Marion Garrett stated, “A mother’s love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.”
Three years ago I knew my Mom was depressed, but I didn’t realize how
close to suicide she was, so I left her alone one day when she was
deeply troubled. A few minutes later after calling a few family
members who didn’t answer, she overdosed on sleeping pills. My Dad
found her and called for help, and she survived. What would I have
1. Put a suicide hot-line in your loved-one’s cell phone and tell them
“CALL THIS NUMBER if you think you are going to hurt yourself.” One
number is: 1 (800) 273-8255
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
Hours: 24 hours, 7 days a week
Languages: English, Spanish
2. Take suicide threats seriously. If they can say it out loud to you,
it means they have thought about it. Take them to a ER or
3. Realize you can’t save your loved one. Get them to help, but then
entrust them to God.
I’m so thankful my Mom made it through this troubled time, and that
she is sharing her story with others. (See other articles under the
suicide tab.) There is healing from mental illness!
By M. H. Campbell Copyright 2014
Here’s an interesting guest post on the topic of homeschooling:
Hi, I am the Momma from “A Momma’s View” (https://amommasview.wordpress.com/ ) and I am a homeschooling mom. Sometimes it is easy and sometimes it is not. But what I learned from this experience is, that life in itself is all about learning and gaining Knowledge. The world is nothing more than an oversized classroom.
First I was hesitating when my husband mentioned that he wants to home-school our son. Of course I had all kind of questions (not to say worries). What about socialization, what about isolation, what about teaching them the right things? Will we be able to handle it? Will we teach him right?
2 lb. chicken (5 chicken legs or thighs)
2-3 Tblsp. coconut oil
1/3 cup flour
1/4 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. lemon zest
1/4 tsp. coriander
1/8 tsp. nutmeg
1/2 tsp. salt (and more to taste)
4 1/2 cup orange juice
Mix together the dry ingredients on a plate.
Heat the coconut oil in a 3-4 quart Dutch oven or pot with a lid.
Dredge the chicken in the flour mixture until coated (keep the leftover flour and put in a measuring cup for later); then brown on all sides of the chicken in the Dutch oven.
Add in 4 cups of the orange juice; cook at a medium heat (it can be boiling) with the lid on until the meat is tender (35-45 minutes).
Mix the leftover flour with the 1/2 cup of orange juice and stir into the chicken mixture. Simmer until thickened, and it’s ready to serve.
Serve with rice.
Serves 3-4. You can add more chicken and orange juice to make a bigger batch of this tasty main dish!
My Mom made this while I was growing up and taught me how to make it. If you desire, you may add orange segments and raisins. Enjoy!
The older lady at my parents’ church shook my hand and said to me, “Happy Mother’s Day!” I responded with a smile and, “Thanks!”
I’m not a biological mom yet, but I am a nurturer of children–my students, my nephew, my friends’ kids… So I took that lady’s greeting as a compliment; she thought I looked like a mom, and I hope to be one someday soon.
So to all nurturers out there: Whether you are a biological mom or a teacher, care-giver, or just a nurturer in your own special way, keep up the hard, rewarding work of caring for the children in your life!
I’m so thankful that my Grandma Jane and my Mom both chose to be teachers, and then when they had kids, they chose to stay at home and teach and nurture their children. I hope to follow in their footsteps, so for now I’m parenting other peoples’ kids by being a teacher, a youth worker, a baby-sitter…
Don’t give up hope if you are desiring your own children; just keep on being faithful with the little lives in your care, and see who else God brings into your life! So, at the end of this Mother’s Day: Happy Mother’s Day!