I’m raising someone’s husband

Such a beautiful post! I know I feel this way, and I’m sure many of you other boy mom’s out there do as well!

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Oh Hey, Shenandoah

I’mraising someone’s husband.

This is the thought that’s been rocking my brain for the past few weeks. It doesn’t even need to be said that every new parent is petrified of what kind of job they’re going to do at raising their children, so here’s just one new momma’s inside look.

I grew up in a household where my parents were very good at expressing their love for each other. Never a phone call, a good bye, a hello, a good job – nothing in our household went without an “I love you.”

But, nothing lasts forever and what I thought was written in the stars, crumbled so suddenly it sent me into a frantic sense of being that nothing can last forever.

Now, I’ve made it a point that I will show my kids just how much I love their father. That even if they happen to…

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Proud Mommy Moment

Yet again, my oldest child had a small writing assignment and, in my opinion, did a great job!  Yes, I realize he’s mine and others may not be quite as optimistic about his writing ability as his momma…  But hey, if I can’t use my blog to promote my amazing boys, then what’s it for??

The assignment was to create a short story (about half a page), the only criteria given was that someone should be running from something..  Here’s what he wrote.

He ran after her.  Running for her life, she was terrified.  She looked behind her and there he was.  A mysterious, shadowy figure chasing her.  He looked to be at least seven feet tall and very muscular.  There seemed to be no break in the dim forest they were running through when suddenly she heard a deep grungy voice behind her yell CAROLINE!  She almost jumped out of her skin screaming.  How do you know me?  All of a sudden out of no where a river appeared in front of her.  She looked around and there was no place to hide and no place to run.  He gets to her and wraps his hands around her neck.  She can’t breath.  Her vision is going blurry.  She is still being choked.  She can’t see now.  Then suddenly, she wakes up.  Her mom is calling her so she isn’t late for school.  She was shaking all day.

Keep in mind, he’s 14 years old.  I did not do any editing to the story.  I feel like I should post it just as he wrote it.  It’s a very short little story, but that was the assignment.  I think it has quite a dark feel to it and I was starting to be concerned as I was reading it, but once I got to the end I realized he was describing that feeling more than anything else.. the feeling you can get from an intense dream such as this, or just the general claustrophobic feelings you can sometimes wake with.

I am posting this with his permission and will be sharing your comments with him.  Thank you for reading!

In my comment below, I mentioned another story he wrote and I posted.  It was not as easy as I expected to find it, so if you’d like to see more of his work, click here.

Hope Unlimited Baby Bottle Campaign

If you’re looking for a great non-profit to get involved with, here’s a wonderful choice!

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“Hope Unlimited Family Care Center is committed to saving and changing lives. Staff, board members, and volunteers provide faith-based hope and ongoing support to individuals and families dealing with many issues including pregnancy, post-abortion trauma, sexual purity, under-employment or unemployment, and other related concerns. Hope Unlimited meets each client’s physical, emotional, and spiritual needs through education, compassionate care, and the Gospel of Jesus Christ.”

This organization offers many programs to meet clients where they are in life and empower them to realize the potential within themselves.  They have services for the entire family!   Please visit their website to learn more. Hope Unlimited

Mother’s Day kicks off one of Hope’s biggest fund raisers, the Baby Bottle Campaign!  This is a month-long campaign that runs from Mother’s Day to Father’s Day.  Many churches, businesses and individuals receive empty baby bottles and throughout the month, place their spare change in the bottles and return them to Hope Unlimited.  Change doesn’t sound like much, but it makes a HUGE difference!  Watch this year’s video here.

There’s a new video each year to kickoff this campaign, keep an eye on this organization!

In case you’re curious about what else may be offered, but don’t have time to check out the site, here’s a quick video touching on available services through Hope Unlimited Family Care Center and Medical Clinic.

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When You “Hate” Your Kids

So well put! I believe anyone with children can relate to this, whether we admit it or not!

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If you have kids you’ll understand what follows.  If you don’t, you’ll probably be horrified.  Rated rRated for less-than-good-parent language.

I have 3 kids.  A 4 year old. A five year old.  An eight year old.  Dark days indeed.  The fighting, whining, disrespect, property damage – all come part and parcel to parenting young children – regardless of what mad skills you might have in your quiver.

Of course I don’t hate my kids, nobody really does.  We just feel, let’s say, a very strong dislike towards them from time to time.  What’s funny/interesting is the difference between how we feel about them when they’re “good,” and how we feel about them when they’re not.  We get warm feelings when they’re playing nice, eating all their food, cleaning up, loving their siblings, sleeping – and very different feelings when they’re doing things that anger us.  They’re not so cute anymore.  The mere…

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Proud Mommy Moment

My oldest son had to write a short story for a school assignment about the Trail of Tears.  Of course, as most kids do, he put it off until the very last minute.  He sat down in front of my laptop and wrote this.. It took him only a few minutes..  I know there’s some editing that needed to be done, but I wanted to post this as he wrote it.  Keep in mind, he’s 14 yrs old and literally wrote this in minutes.  I thought it was pretty good and tried to urge him to do more writing, in a journal or something.. He told me writing was boring and he didn’t want to!  He loves to read, I kinda thought writing went along with that, but I guess not.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it, I’m a proud mama and wanted to share.

Blackhawks Down

By Kylar Green

There I was, on the wagon to end the Blackhawk-rebellion.  We been fighting them for two years and we have lost a lot of troops.  I’m new so I don’t know many people but there is one, his name is Charles and he’s been my best friend since boot camp.  Neither of us minded moving the Indians, we both thought that it was our land they’re living on.  But nothing could’ve prepared us for what would happen.

“Hey James”  Charles whispered into my ear.

“What” I replied

“We better get there quicker, my legs are falling asleep” he said quietly trying not to wake the other soldiers.

“Not to mention this bench we’re sitting on isn’t very comfortable”

We laughed a little too loud and woke one of the up, “SHUT UP” he said through gritted teeth so we both leaned back against the musty walls of the wagon.

We were jolted awake by the sudden stop of the wagon.

“Right here” I heard our platoon leader say, “This looks like a good spot to set up camp.”  As I got up I heard Charles say thank God we’ve stopped I need to pee.  He got a few dirty looks from the other soldiers but he didn’t care.  I’ve not known him for more than a year but I know he doesn’t care what people think about him.

“James,” he said “do you think we’ll be okay?”

“Sure we will, we’re just providing an escort service.”  I told him.

“It’s just..” he mumbled.

“I know.”  I replied.  I had completely forgotten that he’s getting married.

“Done stretching, get up and set up camp!” our platoon leader shouted.

“I don’t know how you eat that stuff” said Charles as I got my ration of refried beans.

“What are you talking about?” I asked “It’s the best thing in the world.  As we were finding a spot to sit down, two guys stood up and started boxing.

“Is that normal?” I asked.

“I guess, the platoon leader is watching and seems to be enjoying himself.” Said Charles in an oddly enthusiastic way.

Later that night it was hard to fall asleep.  I was in a tent with five other men and suddenly I wish they hadn’t served refried beans.  Drowsiness finally caught up with me and in the morning we loaded the wagon and set off.  We were told this was our last day of travel and the wagon was filled with anticipation.  We’ve all been excited most of the day but even the toughest among us was a little scared.

When we got to the village I was so scared but I still followed orders.  A battle broke out and we killed so many Indians.  I was starting to doubt whether we were doing the right thing or not but we still loaded all that was left of them into a couple wagons.  After we traveled a couple of days many had died.  I found Charles trying to help in any way he could but still there were so many deaths.  One night me and him were talking and decided that this wasn’t right but we still had to follow orders.

One night I was helping out but I couldn’t find Charles.  Then the next morning we were loading up and I found Charles lying stiff and cold on the ground with no jacket or shirt.  He had frozen to death helping them.  After we brought them to their new home I rode to Charles’ house and told his family the bad news.