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The Greatest Mystery

Child birth to me, is a great and beautiful mystery! The makings of a tiny human all inside your belly. I got pregnant with my first child in 1998. I was 23 years old and married for two years. I met a woman at church one night, she introduced herself and explained she was a mid wife, She asked me what kind of birth I would like and that set me off! ” What kind of birth?” You mean there is more than one kind? She suggested I read a book Baby Catcher: Chronicles of a Modern Midwife by Peggy Vincent, an excellent source of information. I quickly became an advocate for home birth. I transferred all my medical records to my new mid wife and off I went to plan my birth!! There is so much more to labor and birth than what Hollywood portrays. Sadly because we are uneducated and Hollywood’s spin, we have way too many hospital births and are uneducated in the benefits of home birth. That is not the magic though. The magic is in the mystery. The womb is the darkest and warmest place we have ever been. It is the place of our development and our design. Our journey into this world is full of tears and joy. Pain? Yes, there is pain, for sure. If we are taught to understand all the little things that cause us to hurt more, then we can manage this moment and endure less pain and more focus and joy. Bright lights are not normal for any other birth except humans. Our cats and dogs usually go for a quiet dark corner, alone. I completely understood when we talked about it with my midwife. I had after all, been raise in a farm. So, I decided I wanted candles only for lighting. I had my music planned. My invitation only birthing was on the way! I only had to get my child to get with it and come out! She was nearly two week late. The final count down was the day before she came out. My midwife had been at my house for nearly two days waiting for this baby! She finally said, everyone go home. I want you and your man to have a date, go for a walk, and have really good sex and we will see what happens! Well, I guess the makeup of a mans sperm can help stir the juices and get labor going!! So does breast stimulation. I loved giving birth! The joy and awe you experience when you first meet the little person you had growing inside of you is beyond mysterious and magical! It is Miraculous.!!

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Prompt of the day

What do people incorrectly assume about me

We don’t know where our first impressions come from or precisely what they mean, so we don’t always appreciate their fragility

Malcolm Gladwell

“God can save the sinner you are, but not the saint you pretend to be.”
― Anthony Bloom

I had my kids in soccer for years in a small town. At that time I didn’t have as many tattoos as I do now,maybe three less. Still, this one particular game that we had won,the other sides coaches, two sisters, approached our side talking loud about our side cheating. It became loud and the kids were asking what was a cheater. I asked if they could discuss it later, not in front of the kids. The shorter one yelled at me to shut up, and actually said “Shut up, you have tattoos and you look like a whore!’ I mean just like that. I know what your probably thinking. What kind of clothes is she wearing? Well I know I had a pair of capris on and it was summer so probably a tshirt. I specifically remember my hair as in two braid because I felt self conscious wearing them. It was something new, I’m sure the ladies will understand! That created a ruckus with a bunch of moms on our side stood up, shout bitch and yelling at each other. It went crazy. I grabbed our coach, and said please don’t, its ok and it isn’t worth it. I think one mom on our side even yelled someone should kick her ass. I calmed everyone down. I remember just feeling shocked, not outraged. I was more upset when my six year daughter asked me what a whore was. I did talk to the soccer league something or other and he apologized on behalf of the league and told me that both girls couldn’t coach the rest of the year. I thanked him and really only think about when kicking back with friends yelling outrageous and funny stories. That was one on the list. Here’s one more. On this day, I was checking out my purchases and was getting off the phone with my husband. I said something like praise the Lord. when I was off the phone she asked if I was a christian. I said yes. She preceded to then say ‘I didn’t think people with tattoos could be Christian.’ This was my response, ‘ Yes ma’am, I am a christian. I’m not worried about this skin, I get a new one in Heaven.’ I don’t remember everything she said but it really could have set me off had I not known that perhaps that day I could show a person with  prejudices against people with tattoos, a different perspective. I was nice and polite to her. I told her Jesus loves me and I love him.I parted ways with her and I felt joy in my heart. Maybe that day she thought about it. If anything my reaction to that conversation will last. Not all people with tattoos are going to hell.

I put my pictures at the top. This is about my tattoos. What were your assumptions?

Now, I must say, that I am very old fashioned. Old school. Respect. You gotta have respect. When I get in those situations, it doesn’t affect me. That could be interpreted that I let people walk all over me, which I am inclined to agree. So, on one hand I do believe that God graced with humility and on the other, I have stayed in abusive relationship far too long. Perhaps it is a little of both. Well , I gotta go. Im trying to catch up Im days behind!