Making My Home A Haven is important to me. Sharing homemaking skills. Recipes and food. Bible Studies. This is a treasure chest of goodies. So take a seat. Have a glass of tea and enjoy. You will learn all about who I am.
Originally posted on Because I Can. http://becauseicanblog.com/2015/02/23/the-female-gaze/
I’ve been thinking a lot this week about the female gaze and why it is so unarticulated in our society. I’ve been thinking about how our lives, as women, are so dominated…
From Sarah: I really enjoyed this post.
From Sarah: I love all different kinds of soups… There is just something comforting about homemade soup. http://withthegrains.com/2015/03/11/a-plentiful-pot-of-roasted-tomato-root-vegetable-soup/
Originally posted here on March 23, 2015. I have learned a lot since then.
A Plentiful Pot of Roasted Tomato & Root Vegetable Soup
It’s been a couple of years now after being diagnosed with another Autoimmune disease Hashimoto’s the autoimmune disease not may Dr.’s or us understand well.
For me it has taken my down a time or two. Eat the wrong thing, or have too much stress ( stress in our life each day can be too much) when you have Hashimoto’s. For some and I am one of them, it can be a mind changing illness and daily…
Old habits still there.
From Sarah: It’s been 12 years since we first met. 10 plus years that I started visiting Danny in Florida. Almost 9 years living with Danny. 9 years married,
I still feel like this.
What’s even worse: Danny feels it more than I do. He knows how much I really hate Florida……The climate. The heat and humidity are making me CRAZY.
If your mother has passed, I am sorry. It must be a tough day.
If you are estranged from your mother, I’m sorry. It must be a tough day.
If your mother was abusive, I’m really sorry. It’s a tough day.
If you had the kind of mother that loved you and was there for you, I am happy for you.
If you are a mother and your kids will recognize the day in some way, good for you.
If you have lost a child, you have my sympathy and prayers.
If you have children that could seem to care less, I’m sorry.
I just couldn’t let Mother’s Day go by. Without raining on the parade, I think it is important to remember that it is a not a good day for everyone. Do you know someone who could use a hug or a prayer today?
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My Comment Oh Her post.
Lily, I should have read this YESTERDAY. Or whenever it first came to my attention. But I wasn’t feeling positive about the day. I was in a dark place. The almost uncontrollable teary/moody/bitchy/emotional/Menopausal/Hormone and Grieving rollercoaster I get from time to time. Where I want to yell or scream at Danny (because he’s here and doesn’t say the words I need to hear…Happy Mother’s Day.} Danny is just Danny. If I were to ask him …he would have said them…This Year I decided not to BEG…SO I never heard the words.
Our phone lines were down…Thanks Verizon…..
So I couldn’t call My Dad. (Mom died less than a year ago). I couldn’t call my sister, my niece…No one.
I didn’t want a stranger to say the words although I almost wish someone had.
I can’t call Bobby. He’s in Heaven.
I had an awesome /magical childhood.
Mother’s Day along with Father’s Day were CELEBRATIONS. All Holidays were.
I kept the traditions up when I left home.
Bobby was awesome.
My mom always sent me a Mother’s Day card. Even after Bobby died. She understood. This year…..No Mother’s Card.
It was the knowing for weeks that I wouldn’t get THAT CARD that hurt. I wouldn’t be able to call her. I wouldn’t be able to hear her voice.
Yet, today : I remember HER. I see her smile.
I remember Bobby.
I rambled here…Again. Sorry.
Thank you for this post. I am sorry you had a rotten childhood….I am so very glad your children have you as their mom. Happy Mother’s Day.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you.