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You Are Amazing!

I chose to be a stay-at-home mom many years ago.  I have never regretted that decision.  I loved it.  Yes, there are sacrifices.  Yes, there is less money to live on.  And yes, creativity comes to play in more ways than you can imagine.

I feel that my children benefited from this decision.  Would they have benefited as much if I chose a career also?  YES – I believe so.  Because mothering and fathering is in the heart first of all.

I use to wonder, when I was a very young mother, why women I knew wanted to go to work and leave the kids in another’s care.  I quickly got over that.  I realized, as I watched and listened to them, that some of us humans are bent a different way.  It doesn’t mean they are less of a parent.  I honor their decisions.

Some parents have no choice.  I honor them also.  And yes, some perhaps need to get their act together and their priorities straight.  But they still love their children.

I find myself, in this time of life, caring for young children again.  I’ve talked about this is previous posts.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  After raising my kids – and I did have small jobs now and then as they got older – I went full time into the work force.  It was an amazing experience.  It was a position that I knew nothing about and yet was able to tap deep inside me and see that I could do it!

So, why is the job that women were created to do, physically and emotionally, still so scrutinized in this world today?  Why do so many women feel that “just being a mom” isn’t enough?  Why do mom’s, and probably dad’s who care for the kids, feel they are a bit useless?  Perhaps not intelligent enough for career minded people?  Simply, why is mothering so looked down upon?

Do you know how hard it is to convince a tiny human being that “they are kind, they smart, they are important”? Quote taken from The Help.  It’s a constant battle.  It takes just a few minutes to tell “Siri” what to say and what to do in comparison to telling a baby, then a child, then a pre-teen, then a teen, then a young adult…. and so on.  We are constantly facing things we cannot control that knock us down.  Lies are always coming against us.  Sometimes from actual people and sometimes in our heads.  Programming a computor is that – it is done.  But loving a human through the stages of life – is just that.  Life long.

Then the same question – why is parenthood so looked down upon?  Why is it such a struggle to feel you are doing something amazing?

You are.  You parents, whether you are working outside the home or staying home with your kids, are amazing.  You are doing an incredible thing.  It never stops.  It is continual.

You are doing a great thing!  Do not let others tell you or imply otherwise.  Do not second guess yourself.

You are amazing!  Tell a parent today that they are amazing.








cate b


Exploring The Burg

We had a low in the high thirties last night.  Autumn is coming fast.  Even had the heat on this morning.  I love this time of year!

I saw this pretty little moth on my plumeria the other day.  I have since brought the plants inside due to the plunge in temperature.  But this is a Rosy Maple Moth.  You can read about them here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dryocampa_rubicunda

pretty moth

pretty moth

Today we went to the Knob Noster State Park.  I love to say “Knob Noster”.  It reminds me of Punxsutawney  – a place I have never been – but it is the home of Punxsutawney Phil the groundhog weather detector.  I think Knob Noster needs a Groundhog Day Celebration – or an Armadillo Day celebration.

Anyway, the park is beautiful.  Woods and more woods.  Picnicking and camping and fishing.

Here is some of what we saw:


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Another Year

Here we are on September 11, 2014.  Many seasons have come and gone since the day our nation was hit with an unforgettable attack.

The seasons come and go and life goes on for most of us.  But you cannot erase totally the memories of days that broke hearts and minds and lives.

I still vividly remember the day our President Kennedy was assassinated.  These tragedies impact us humans in deep ways.  And we all have different experiences.  Some were involved first hand in the September eleven attacks.  Some knew someone who……..  Some were detached because of their own personal hard times at that moment.  Some were in a foreign land when their homeland was attacked.

No matter where you were or what you were doing, it still affected you.  Simply because it affected our nation; the world.

Hope seems to be trending right now.  I really do hope it continues that way.  But Hope, true hope, is not a wish for something.  I hope for ice cream some days. I hope for good weather and great health.  But those are more wishes. Nothing wrong with wishes.  I have many of those.

Hope has to be deeper or when times come that require a saving, a need for a lifeline, a wish just isn’t enough.

This day, as many of you reflect loss and tragedy or current disasters and upheavals, take time to reflect on what Hope really is.  Where does your Hope lie?  Is it anchored to a source that will truly save you – get you through the tough and heart breaking times – anchored to a lifeline that cannot be broken?

True Hope is a promise……

Hebrews 6:19The Message (MSG)

18-20 We who have run for our very lives to God have every reason to grab the promised hope with both hands and never let go. It’s an unbreakable spiritual lifeline, reaching past all appearances right to the very presence of God where Jesus, running on ahead of us, has taken up his permanent post as high priest for us, in the order of Melchizedek.

My prayers are for our nation and for our world that we find true Hope.  That we remember those that are hurting and those that are facing great hardships.



cate b


I’m Really Not Wonder Woman – In Case You Wondered

I was raised to be self-sufficient, independent, a stand strong kind of a gal.  My mom was good at that – if that is good.  I think it is good to a degree but we all need others to help us get along in this life journey.  Being alone is not good.

I thank my mom for teaching me not to give up and to look for solutions.  However, as I grew up, mostly terrified of being alone, and got to know myself better, I found that my personality was one that needed people more than she may have.

So that brings me to today’s topic that is on my heart.  I’ve gotten so use to figuring things out for myself that asking or receiving help is very difficult for me. My husband is a very good friend for me.  I do ask him but usually when I’m tied up and gagged by enemy circumstances and my super hero powers are off for a moment.  HELP!

I am a friend of Jesus and my relationship with Him is the most important thing to me.  I do not like religion – I love relating to God.  My Jesus wears bluejeans and sneakers – just like me.  I believe He wants to walk along side of me and help my dreams to come to pass.  He takes pleasure when others come along side me to help.  But it is up to me to let them.

That said, my passion for others is to see them walk into their destinytheir gifts and talents.  I long to see people overcome obstacles that block their dreams.  I long to see people find their dreams.

But, often times, what we have a passion for can be our own biggest weakness.  I often lose sight of my dreams.  I often throw some away that perhaps I should have kept.  I hope someone else finds the discarded ones and are using them – like a piece of furniture placed at the curb that holds a massive amount of potential.

I’m just trying to be real here.  Because of my independent way, I tend to come across to those who meet me that I am confident and I am okay without others. It’s pretty much a lie.  We were created to need others.  Helen Keller said this on the subject of needed others:

“You see now what I live by–the devotion and service of others. I was blind, now I see; I was deaf, now I hear; I was dumb, now I speak, and it is through the hands of others that this miracle was wrought in me. It was through the hands of others that I found myself,  found my mother and father,  found the world,  found my soul and love and God. It is through the hands of others that I, deaf and blind, know the richness and fullness of life. It is through the strength of others that I am able to do work that is worth while.”

-Helen Keller, from a draft of a speech entitled “A Message from the Hand, or from Darkness to Light (Another Beginning)”, 1928

To learn more about Helen Keller’s life, go to http://www.afb.org/info/about-us/helen-keller/12

Through the “strength of others”; through the “hands of others”.  Oh how we all need others so much!

I am not Wonder Womanexcept in my head on occasion –  I am a person just trying my best to follow her purpose and see clearly her dreams. A person who gets woken up now and then to the fact that she needs others.  That she is not always a super hero and is trapped at times by weakness – my kryptonite.  I’m just a person who sometimes recognizes those weaknesses and tries hard to swallow her pride and ask for help and a hug and a prayer.

So today I was feeling a bit tied up and now I’m feeling a bit more confident.  I always feel good when I write.  And I always feel good if my words can help a reader or two.

On that note, Dear Readers, have a blessed day and may you know your dreams and find them and walk confidently and successfully in them with the help of others.


cate b

Somedays This is Me

Somedays This is Me





Mid West Journey

Here I am, just entering the second week of my new journey in The Burg.  The house is settling in and becoming quite the treasure.  I’m not one to run from a challenge.….. but I almost ran from this house.  If we didn’t have a perfect peace about renting this one, well, let’s just say we wouldn’t be living in it.

It’s an older house who really would love to have a make-over.  But instead, she has had to settle for being a temporary home to university students, etc.  Therefore, the owners, who own many houses and such, only put in the bare minimum of improvement.  Until now.

I do believe we came across a treasure.  Her simple all white outside and old hardwood floors and floor plan are just the surface.  But if you look with eyes of potential and hope you can see what lies beneath…….

I can do that.  It is one of my passions to see what lies under the surface of people.  Their potential in life.  And when their eyes begin to brighten with the revelation of destiny and dreams – I get really happy.

The same with homes and businesses.  So this little house on the prairie – sort of – has potential.  So, after many hours of scrubbing and tears and the desire to run away, it is becoming a home.

Now, I will say that they painted the walls……… somebody did anyway.  But after handing them a list and them hesitating and dragging their feet…..

Ta Da!  We had progress.  I was going to settle for the very old kitchen sink and faucet and the even older counter tops.  The rent is low – it’s OK.  But here we are waiting for new counter tops and sink – the owner’s idea.  Other things came along like that also.  Surprises to me and I am happy with that.

So, I no longer want to run away.  I am excited for what the good Lord has for us here in this leg of our journey.  So far, as I said above, a treasure.  This house is a treasure and this town is a treasure.  

We went exploring a few times this last week.  We found fresh raw milk just down the road and fresh brown eggs for sale.  Delicious.  And we found beautiful rolling roads and skies surrounding us.

Here are some pics of our exploring.  And yes, I did hang out the car window many times to take these.  Please enjoy them and join the journey with me.

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Love Hurts

It’s been about three weeks since we moved into our new town and our new place that we call home.  It has taken me awhile to post with all the unpacking, cleaning and getting things into working condition.

As I have posted before, I have the privilege of helping our youngest son and his lovely wife with their two fantastic daughters while they attend University full time.  That is why my husband and I moved to the small mid-west town that we affectionately refer to as The Burg.

When we found this rental we were getting a bit anxious.  We had been looking for months to no avail.  We had a planned road trip vacation to the east coast coming up the end of June into July and wanted to secure a place before we left.

Well, we did.  And we are thankful to our God for this home.  The Burg is a small college town.  The University takes up a good portion of the center of town, so you will see many students living, well, everywhere and anywhere that will take them outside of dorm living.  It was hard to find a house with a fenced yard for the dogs that wasn’t trashed by intellectual  a house full of students with landlords that really don’t seem to mind.

Aside from securing a home before we went on vacation, I had it in my head to move in a couple of weeks after returning. I wanted our thirteen year old grandson – who was returning with us to Missouri until the first of August – to see where we would be living and to experience our new location.

More on the area next time.  Now for the real reason I’m writing this post.  Love.

Almost fourteen years ago, I had the most amazing experience of my life.  My oldest son’s wife invited me into the birthing room for the birth of her third child, the one who came home with us this year from vacation.  The one I mentioned above.

During his mom’s pregnancy, I talked to her womb often.  I basically said. “Hi.  It’s okay.  I’m here.”  When the moment came and this wonderful little boy popped out into this strange world – he cried.  The nurse took him over to the other side of the room to wash him and weigh him and so on.  He was lying there on a table just crying his lungs out.  I walked over to him and said, “Hi.  It’s okay.  I’m here”. And he stopped crying instantly.  We bonded for the second time at that moment.

This incredibly talented and big hearted boy and I became very close from that moment on.  When we left the east coast, five and a half years ago, my heart tore and cracked.  I didn’t think I could do this journey without him near me.  I was wrong.  My friend Jesus was there every step of the way for both myself and this young lad.

Every time we visit our family there I cry when we leave.  So you can see how important it was for me to have him see where I would be.  So he could have a visual.

Well, on August first, he left me again.  My husband did too.  They flew away together and my husband had business so he was gone for a week.  I thought that it would be a fast moving week because of all the unpacking and such that I had to do.

It was rough.  Here I was in a new town and just the dogs to talk to.  My buddy went home and the tear in my heart hurt.

When I had children my heart grew.  But when I had grandchildren it got stinkin’ big!

I never knew I could love so much.  I never knew that true love can hurt so bad.  We lost a daughter and our hearts exploded.  But our hearts heal.  The scars are there and the cracks and the wounds and cuts are there.  I do believe that these things make our hearts stronger and even bigger…….. if we allow.

There are times I want to close the door to loving someone.  To getting close to friends or loved ones.  I know it’s because I don’t want to hurt if they leave or when they leave.

Driving through town today we saw many parents leaving their kids at the University for the first time.  I saw it on their faces.  It was all too familiar.  You are happy for them and their adventures but your heart is aching and cracking a little as you say goodbye.

It’s part of life as a human.  You have, you have not.  You love, you get hurt.  You give and you take.  We do have a choice.  We can choose to love so much that it feels like the earth flew off it’s axis.  Or, we can decide to with hold love – giving and taking it – so that we will not hurt.  That’s the worst.  I know.  I’ve tried both.  I’d rather risk the hurt than never have loved.

Alfred Lord Tennyson said it well:

I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

If you have read any of my previous posts you know that I do like adventures.  So here I am, once again, beginning a new adventure.  The University begins classes this Tuesday.  The little lassies will be over to Mammy’s house and we begin a new school year adventure together.  I write this with a tear in my eyes thinking of the journey I am on with these grand daughters.  To be able to be such a part of their life is amazing.  Just as I am a part of my grandson’s life.  We still have that bond – even though he is entering his teen years – I am his Uma and will always be.

Keep your hearts open, my friends.  Love is there, around every bend and in every step we take.  I hope you choose to take the love.

The Glory of Love

You’ve got to give a little, take a little
And let your poor heart break a little
That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love

You’ve got to laugh a little, cry a little
Before the clouds roll by a little
That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love

As long as there’s the two of you
You’ve got the world and all its charms
And when the world is through with you
You’ve got each other’s arms

You’ve got to win a little, lose a little
And always have the blues a little
That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love

As long as there’s the two of you
You’ve got the world and all its charms
And when the world is through with you
You’ve got each other’s arms

You’ve got to win a little, lose a little
And always have the blues a little
That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love
That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love




cate b



Frogs and Skinks

Here are a couple of photos from The Burg.  Water Lilies are taking over this pond. I heard the frogs plop into the water when I approached.  Hopefully I will be able to get some photos of them.

And the elusive Blue-tailed Skink……. no photos yet.  I have to be patient (not a strong suit) and quiet and ever ready with camera or phone.

Unpacking is progressing nicely now.  I will post soon about the journey so far.  Until then, Dear Readers, have a great weekend.

Water Lilies Everywhere

Water Lilies Everywhere


cate b


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