Myself and motherhood.

Everyone knows that becoming a mother is an amazing experience, I should know, I have 6 children. The only thing no one tells you is that a lot of time, with each child you feel like there is no more of self left, except being a mommy 24 hours/7 days a week. Children bring a lot of joy to us, a lot of challenges, and a lot of pain.
I keep telling myself that with each child, with each stage of their life, it is changing so fast, babyhood, moves into teenagers, into adults, that we are amazed to see how everyone have grown. It is like you wake up one morning and stare at those rowdy teenagers at your breakfast table and wonder where did they come from, because they were just little ones, just not long ago, throwing food on the floor, and spitting, and diaper changing, but now they are grown, and ready to depart for college. Wow, it is amazing how time flies.
If you are going through hard times with your little ones, or big kids, know that everything will pass, and then one day when you are old and gray and only are able to see your grand kids once in awhile, you will remember these rowdy times, these tears and hugs, and know that it was all worth it.

Is it June already?

Wow, June came fast this year. Well this whole year is going super fast. We went to visit my parents on a long road trip all the way to MO. It was nice to see my family, my parents, their new house that they built almost by themselves. On our way back we stopped at the CA ocean, which was nice to relax before we returned to our every day life. Here was a picture of almost all of us together. My parents have 11 grand kids so far!

My girls loved playing with the white puppy.

Seeing the chickens, the ducks and collecting the eggs was an exciting thing for us city folks..:)

Some of the girl cousins sitting together, enjoying ice cream.

All together it was a good trip, and we plan to see all the family again in the near future...:)

How to make a baby stop crying.

I was holding my super cranky 2 month old in my arms, as he kept fussing, crying, flapping his arms and legs all over. The only way he would take his nap if I was breastfeeding him and rocking him to sleep, as soon as I scooted away to do other 'normal mom duties', he would wake up to fuss again. So I was holding him, trying to calm him down, when my 5 year old came up, and asked why he was crying. I told her that possibly his tummy was upset. So in childish faith, she puts her hand on his tummy and in her clear voice she tells him, “May the Lord heal your tummy! Don’t worry baby, Jesus will heal you soon.” To my surprise the little one stopped crying and soon enough he fell into a quiet sleep. I was amazed! Truly only a child’s faith can do that. Try it; it may work for you as well.

So if you want your baby to stop crying, pray to God, who hears every whisper, and He will help you.

~~~Call to me and I will answer you. Jer 33:3~~~

3 years old...Wow.

My child is 3 years old now. The years go by so quick, and it seems like yesterday that I held a newborn baby in my arms. This first picture is when she was two. Its amazing that in one year she grew so much.

Then she is a little older...2 1/2, growing like a flower.

And finally she is 3 years old. My baby has grown up, but still plenty of 'babiness' left in her. She still loves to cuddle, to kiss, and hold. Still tells me that she needs to be fed and dressed once in a while. While other times she is NOT a 'baby', but a BIG girl!

I just love little girls. God has blessed me with 3 of them. I just hope I will be able to train them and guide them to love the Lord, and to hate evil. May God bless you my little child and keep you safe forever and ever.

Smile please.

My little 2 year old artist is drawing a picture, she is so into it, that at first she doesnt even notice me taking her picture. She is concentrating so hard, holding her markers with both hands.

'Mommy what are you doing?', she asked me...

A surprised look, 'You are taking my pictue?'

'Oh Ok, then... Let me smile at you'

How precious is the smile of a little child... innocent and sweet.

Happy childhood.

What brings a smile to a childs face? What makes them happy? Having parents that love them and a swingset /park to play in...

What makes parents happy? Having happy children who can entartain themselves in the park, so mother can take pictures... and a lovely view to look at.

If only I could stay here forever?

A play area with a view, is the best scenario there is, for parents and kids.

Childhood is precious... and children grow up so fast... only memories will remain.

She was left in a house fire...

They lived in a little, one room cabin after they got married, while their house was being built a few yards away. They didn't believe in birth control, so after 3 months of being married and not getting pregnant they thought that they wont be able to have children... but finally on the forth month she found out that she was expecting. She was due in September but the baby came in August. A little baby girl.

Building the house was slow progress, as they bought supplies when the money was available.

One day in the middle of winter, as the baby slept in her crib, the mother was doing laundry and had the stove top open to have more warmth seep into the room. They had an old fashioned stove, the one that still required wood or coal to work... the embers were red and seemed almost ready to go out, but suddenly a spark flew out the open top and landed on the pile of laundry as it ignited on contact. The woman jumped as she watched the yellow-orange flames dance on the pile of clothes and caught a hold of the curtains that were decorating the window. Not knowing what to do, she ran outside barefoot into the deep snow, yelling for the men who were working on the house. The first to arrive was her brother in law, he was 18, tall and awkward. At first he tried to stop the fire, until he realized that she was trying to tell him that her baby was inside. Then not thinking he ran inside into the heat, found the crib and wrapping the crying infant into a blanket he ran outside... As the men arrived and fought the fire.

After the mother calmed her baby she noticed a burn on the baby's forehead. She applied salve to it, but it left a round scar the size of a quarter on the baby for the rest of her life. But she was saved, and the parents praised God that night as they gazed at their firstborn, who slept in peace... that baby was me.

The basics first- my childhood.

I grew up in a very large, loud family. My parents were clueless in how to raise children, but they did the best they could. My mother was against birth control so in total she had 10 children. I was the oldest child, which made me her little helper quite early.
My earliest memory is of my mother locking me and my siblings in a room so she could do some house chores. I remember just sitting there, looking out the big windows outside, and trying to watch my little siblings, I was around five....
Another memory I have is my mother heavily pregnant going into labor one late evening, my father was away in another town selling our home grown tomatoes to make some money. Having no car, and not even knowing how to drive my mother called an ambulance from our neighbors phone, (we didn't own a phone) telling me to watch the kids, as she left. I remember waking up to my brothers yells "Mama!! Mama!!", he was standing on the porch.... Our father arrived later that day to find us home by ourselves, I was around four.....
When I was five my father took me to his sisters house in another city and left me with her for a month, after he got back to take me home I forgot him and didnt want to go with him.... the experience of staying there without my parents wasnt something I wanted and it left a lasting scar on my soul....
I was the babysitter for my siblings from then on... I remember when we were moving to America I was watching my 2 year old brother, I was so enthralled with the airplanes that I took my baby brother and stood by the protruded window watching the excitement... while my whole family was boarding... my mother realized that we were missing so there was a wide search going for us until the found us plastered to the big windows which protruded to the front and hidden us from view.