No matter where I go, no matter what I’m doing…I’m camping! I go camping when I check out a few books at the library, I camp all the way to the park, I camp over to my girlfriends house, and camp a bit here and there to mass, museums, and groceries….Let’s just put it out there friends, if me and mine are getting out- then we are camping! We have to bring the same equipment, and supplies! We may as well stay for a while! When I open the back of my van, a double stroller almost kills me, tumbling out amongst bags of all sorts, bags of books, bags of food, extra clothes, diapers, wipes, first aid kit, homeopathic remedies, an old keyboard?!, and shoes, that is correct, shoes. They breed at night….I swear!
Do you always feel like you are camping, too?
What is it that you don’t leave home without?
I am certainly no theologian, so I am really asking you. Whenever I ask you a question, you can feel free to give me your honset opinion, I will take your thoughts with a grain of salt. What exactly will heaven be like? Why should we all try so hard to be holy? Why should we work our whole life to attain something we really don’t understand? I know some of the saints saw heaven and hell during different visions. Teresa of Avila and Maria Faustina both were able to see the afterlife for what it is, but something tells me you have to see it with your own eyes to really get it.
If heaven is a wonderful and special place, but it is away from our loved ones, how special could that really be? The smell of my sleepy baby cuddling my neck, the jazzy hugs I get from my big girls, my sons laughter when I flip him upside down, the peace that fills my entire brain, like a warm slice of fresh bread when my honey is finally home from work for the night. Can there be a better place?
Hard to imagine. Would it be fair to resort back to Christ’s words in Matthew 13, and just say the Kingdom of Heaven is like a Pearl of Great Price? It must be hard for most of us mamas to imagine anything that we would be willing to sell all of our personal belongings for, maybe we feel that way sometimes about sleep, but truly, all our earthly possesions at this point are so numerous, it would take years to gather it all up again.
Oh Lord, make me holy, make me like you. Help me to understand your greatness, and give me a heart like your heart. Make me long to be with you in heaven. Give me understanding.
Breastfeeding is the bain of my existance, but I love it. I love love love it and I hate it. If you have ever nursed a toddler, you know what I mean. Most days it’s the most blessed thing on the face of the earth, it’s the cure for sadness, tiredness, a bad bonked head, or simple hunger. And it makes everyone happy. Everone that is, well, under your own roof- the rest of the people in the world, that is another story! I once had a very kind teacher at the park near our house ask me to stop nursing my baby, because the children on the playground were giving me “eyes!” What?! Really?? I told her to have them come over and look, to see what breasts really are for. They are here to feed babies. And that is that. Tell me your wild and crazy breastfeeding story!
This is a fun and silly blog written by me, Jenny Jenny, to share my perspective on life as a stay at home homeschooling mama to seven. I want to inspire and excite those that need encouragement on those tough days! We all need suppport and encouragement and I hope to be a little of that for someone. I am working on several creative projects, childrens books, and a grown-up book, too: chronicles of mothers who have gone before me, have adult children, and managed to stay mentally stable throughout it all. I also want to share some cards I make with you all.
Happy days, and God Bless you all! ~jennyjenny genesis