tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72975346922186528662024-02-19T02:28:09.989-08:00Hands Full Hearts TooJillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07191854739423770151noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297534692218652866.post-30866392341170811822013-07-19T20:22:00.000-07:002013-07-19T20:32:00.878-07:00How Fear and Anxiety Stalled My Labor<br />
So, I'm super pumped! I just wrote a guest post for a great blog called Modern Alternative Pregnancy. I'm excited to start sharing more about my experiences with natural birth on my blog too. Lots more to come, Friends! I've written a post before about my husband being deployed for the birth of our third child, M, but this article gives a more detailed account about exactly what I learned and how I got through it all! Hope any pregnant moms out there are encouraged by reading this.<br />
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<a href="http://modernalternativepregnancy.com/2013/07/19/how-fear-and-anxiety-stalled-my-labor/#.Uen1aMu9KSN" target="_blank"> Check it out here!</a><br />
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<br />Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07191854739423770151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297534692218652866.post-70486766941082009042013-06-12T21:08:00.000-07:002013-06-12T21:49:14.823-07:00Rest for the Weary<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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It’s been much too long since I’ve posted. So much has occupied my time since
November! Holy cow, that was eight
months ago. Back then, I thought my
husband would be deploying in January. I
had mentioned in a previous post about the squadron that we were assigned to
for his Department Head tour was a squadron full of great people, even if it
meant that the deployment schedule was not ideal. K was deployed from July 29, 2011-February
26, 2012. And even after that, he was
in and out all spring and summer of 2012 with the air wing and ship. Finally mid-July he flew off that steel
bucket, and joined the family for a week in Tahoe. It was day-1 in Tahoe when we found out which
squadron we were heading to next. I was
a mess knowing that he’d be in and out again all of the fall and then deploying
in January. But before all of that started up AGAIN, we learned that he didn’t
have to report until late August, so for six weeks, we had him all to
ourselves. <b>Time to rest, so I thought. </b>But
a January deployment was still too soon for me to really relax. I was anxious, angry and heart-broken… but I
didn’t know it. The Lord was
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K went to Fallon in August, missed M’s first birthday (if
you recall, he missed her birth too.), and came home discouraged. He was home for a few weeks, then back out on
the ship for what seemed like FOREVER, even though it was only five weeks in
October. He came home even more
discouraged. <b> We believed that the Lord had brought us to
this squadron for a reason… or many reasons.
We just couldn’t see them all yet.</b>
I’ve experienced this mystery time and time again, but I think this go-round was different. The first
night K was home, we sat up talking late into the night about his frustrations,
his epiphanies, his hopes for his career, personalities in the squadron, etc. I
left that conversation feeling very burdened for him… The Lord through Paul
extolls us to bear one another’s burdens, and, to be honest, I was really
feeling the load. We went to bed, but I
didn’t fall asleep right away, tossing with all kinds of thoughts. I finally drifted off, but it wasn’t long
before I shot awake, and just started crying… trying not to wake K by sobbing
in the sheet, but when that proved futile, I went into our bathroom and sat on
the toilet seat with hot tears streaming down my cheeks. And I prayed. I whispered out loud to the Lord, “Why? Why is this so hard? I know you are here to
comfort me, but I am angry. So angry.
I’m angry that he has to leave so soon.
I’m angry that he’s so tired and burned out. I know you will do what’s
best for us, but I just can’t see it yet.”
At that moment, I truly felt the arm of the Lord wrap me in a warm
embrace and whisper back, “I’m here.” The tears of anger became tears of
relief, as I sat in my Father’s arms. And
then the verses just started coming... <b>Rest for the weary.</b> Peace for the anxious heart. Love for the lost. He is all of these things. My Lord is greater than my circumstances. As I sat there, this old song came to me that
we used to sing in high school youth group… the lyrics go something like this:
“Rest for the weary. Peace for the
confused. Renewal for the heart that has
been used. He’s got directions for the lost.
Faith for unbelief. He’s got
every little think you need.” So I got
up at 3:45AM, grabbed my journal and Bible and went to our guest bathroom so I
could turn on a light. I sat down on the
floor and scrambled through the concordance to find the addresses of all the verses
that were gong through my head. Matthew
11:28 Rest for the weary. Isaiah 55:8-9
His ways are higher than mine. Romans 8:28
And we know that all things work together for the good of those who love the
Lord and are called according to his purpose.
Psalm 62:1 My soul finds rest in
God alone. REST. That is where my prayers landed. <b>My
husband needed REST. Solid rest and real
renewal for his heart and soul and spirit.</b>
Isaiah 30:15 In repentance and
rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength… Jer 6:16 Stand
at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way
is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls. I claimed all of these verses as true and
real and applicable to our current season.
I wrote in my journal: trust and rest in Him alone. My heart aches for my kids and for K. I’m not excited about deployment – obviously.
But I didn’t realize how angry I was… and broken-hearted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then the Lord started to move again... and He showed me without
a doubt, that He heard me and was indeed responding to my prayers for rest. Just about five days after K returned and I
had had this hard talk with the Lord at 4AM, K came home from work with news
that the deployment originally scheduled for January, was now pushed to
April! At first, if you can believe it,
I was so irritated! For two reasons: 1),
I just wanted this deployment to start and be over with ASAP. 2) K’s sister is getting married in the fall,
and we had just gone through an ordeal getting the right date scheduled in
order to hopefully ensure K’s attendance. With the deployment pushed back, he would
surly miss it. But then I remembered, or should I say, I was reminded, that <b>I had prayed for rest</b>. And we were now getting three months of it! My attitude instantly changed, after this
humbling realization. So, I thought, if
He can move deployment, he can also certainly shorten it. And that’s what I started praying for: a
shorter deployment. A week or so later…
you guessed it… a shortened deployment was announced. Unheard of.
Now I know, and you know, that dates in the military are written in
Jell-O; however, after all of this, I am holding on to the possibility that it
might actually happen the way it’s scheduled now. K might actually still make it to his only
sister’s wedding. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Christmas was fabulous at home with our kids. January saw a fun trip up the PCH to Monterey,
where we witnessed M’s first steps! And
the kids just LOVED the aquarium. K did
another boat det in February… missed Valentine’s Day again. Then K’s sister and fiancé J came to visit,
and we celebrated their engagement and upcoming nuptials. My parents joined us for the March birthday
whirlwind, when C turned 5, E turned 3 and K turned 29 again all in a span of
48 hours! Then we had about two weeks as
a family. M started talking a little
more, and K had a chance to do a little presentation as a Community Helper at C
& E’s preschool with his flight gear!
Next thing I know, I’m doing last minute laundry and K is packing up his
sea bags. <b>Even though the time went quickly, K did experience REST and renewal,
thanks to the only One who can provide true rest and peace. </b>K & I both agreed that this shifting
of deployment was certainly God’s provision for our family, and that this
deployment was a season to be consecrated to the Lord, knowing that He has work
to do in us to prepare us for His service.
We committed to prayer for our future in the Navy and to our kids as
they grow in the Lord.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, here we are, two months into deployment. <b>And
our Rest has been faithful to us. As
always. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will
give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and
learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for
your souls. For my yoke is easy and my
burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30<o:p></o:p></div>
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Can you relate to my feelings of anger or
heart-brokenness? Has the Lord met you
in that place? Maybe you’ve never
thought to seek your Heavenly Father, who cares for you and always gives you
what’s best… if you are experiencing what I did, would you consider His help? All you have to do is ask. He will meet you, no matter your state of
heart or mind. He can handle it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p>S</o:p>o, you all came through with great ideas!! I mean, really great. There are a few that I definitely want to
employ that I never would have thought of without your input. And I’m sure there are even more ideas out
there. Here are the ones that you supplied on Facebook. I posted in a few places, so I’m combining
all the information here. Thanks again
for brainstorming with me!</div>
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For churches and volunteer groups:<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]--><b>Adopt-a-Military
Family:</b> This program can be whatever
you want it to be, but basically, a non-military family “adopts” a military
family to help with whatever needs that family might have. You’ll need a POC (point of contact),
advertisement/communication and some ROE (rules of engagement, come on, you
knew that one!), so that everyone involved knows what to expect. The
non-military family is the go-to for babysitting, lawn mowing, whatever. It can be just during deployments, which is
fine, or for as long as you’re at your duty station… wouldn’t it be great to
have a local family that you can connect with for your whole tour? Fun.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]--><b>Groups of
local volunteers who serve once a month on base or off base military
neighborhoods (ex. Lincoln Military Housing):</b> This idea was new to me, and I think it’s
great. So, for example, if a group wants to
help with yard care one day during the month, they could contact a point person on the base or in
the neighborhood to get out the date and time to folks, and have them sign up
with their address. Preference, of
course, for the deployed service members families. Maybe the next month is washing cars… pick
your theme. It could even be just random
task day. Some times you just need that
extra hand to scrub that crayon off the wall, because you’ve been looking at it
for weeks, but forget about it every time you leave the room. The ideas are endless, and can be combined
with any listed below.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]--><b>Parent’s
Night Out:</b> Find a volunteer with a
large house or an available church Sunday school room, and take on some kids so
that single parent can have a night out!
This is best for elementary aged kids with later bedtimes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]--><b>List of Babysitters:</b>
Churches or even FFSC could help by providing a list of trusted sitters. I know Sittercity.com is free to military
families, but for some reason, I haven’t opted to use that yet. I prefer to get my sitters via word-of-mouth
from a trusted friend… so for me a list of teens or young adults, heck even
adults, or grandmas for that matter, from church would be awesome.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]--><b>List of
Mother’s Helpers:</b> Same idea as
above, but this is the unpaid volunteer version. A list of people that would help out families
while mom or dad is at home (cooking dinner, taking a shower, cleaning up the
mess that is a house with three small kids, etc…) This could possibly count toward the quota
for community service hours that some high schools require.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So here are some ideas for what individuals can actually do
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">1. </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Evening Help:</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">
</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Bed time
routine (baths, pjs, brushing teeth, reading books, etc) and/or cleaning up
dinner dishes/kitchen)</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">2. </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Morning Help:</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> Morning routine
(dressed, fed and out the door for school and/or cleaning up breakfast dishes/kitchen)</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">3. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Meals Delivered:</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> Breakfast or
dinner would be a great help.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">For me,
dinner is the hardest. (Great website: </span><a href="http://www.takethemameal.com/" style="text-indent: -0.25in;">www.takethemameal.com</a><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">)</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">4. </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Babysitting/Mother’s
Helper:</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> The key here is regularity, whether paid or volunteer, if I leave or
stay, I want to be able to count on having a certain time every week that I
know I will have help. (Thanks AH!)</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">5. </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Yard Care</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">: Mowing, weeding,
mulching, planting… I would love to do all of these.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">My mom has a green thumb, and I’ve always
wanted to see if she passed it on to me.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">
</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">I know gardening would be a stress reliever but… K says I kill
plants.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">I just have a little trouble
remembering to water them with all the other little people wanting my
attention.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">I can’t love the yard too. </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Good thing we don’t have a pet.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">6. </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Car Cleaning: </b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Washing and/or vacuuming…
You know how necessary this is with little ones.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Gross.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">7. </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">House Cleaning:</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> Maybe just the
kitchen or a bathroom or the floors, or that gross refrigerator smell that you can't seem to find! Even take up a collection for a house
cleaning service.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">What a treat!</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">8. </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Carpool: </b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">To or from an
activity or school… Putting everyone in car seats is a pain… how nice it would
be to just send my little guy out the door with a friend’s mom or just have him
show up at the door for lunch at noon.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">I
might be drooling over this one.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">9. </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Run Small Errands</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> (post office,
returns, etc..):</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Again, it’s so not
worth it to have to get multiple kids in and out of car seats just to return
that one item that you knew you didn’t need, but bought it anyway. (I’ve </span><i style="text-indent: -0.25in;">never </i><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">experienced buyer’s remorse. No, </span><i style="text-indent: -0.25in;">never</i><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">.)</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">
</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Or, maybe you just need milk and eggs… and wine and chocolate...</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">10. </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Evening
Adult Conversation</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">: Ahhh…
kids are in bed, you’re ready to watch your show on Netflix, you’ve got your
wine and chocolate… and no one to talk to.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">
</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Bummer.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Once a week would be
enough for me!</span></div>
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Laundry:</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> Just one
basket!</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Please?</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">12. </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Take
Out the Trash:</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> Awe.
Some.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">You could even collect it all from
inside and take the cans to the street!</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">
</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Diaper trash and all.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Just one
extra task that I dislike doing, that K always takes care of when he’s
home.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">When I take it out while he’s
gone, I always think of him I miss him even more.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">13. </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Crafts:</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> Organize and buy supplies for kids to do at
home, and maybe actually come over and do the craft with them!</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">14. </span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Baby-sitting
Co-op:</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> This can be as lax or
strict as you desire, but basically, moms take turns watching the kids while
the other moms go do whatever for a few hours.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">
</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">We had about six moms in our group in Norfolk, VA.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">We rotated houses, and the host mom stayed
along with one other mom to watch about seven or eight kids.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">We started at one year old, so that no one
was trying to feed infants while trying to pay attention to the toddlers.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">There is a site called </span><a href="http://www.babysitterexchange.com/" style="text-indent: -0.25in;">www.babysitterexchange.com</a><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> that
has a free online organization service. It's even searchable for groups by zip code.</span></div>
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Swap:</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> Parents take turns
hosting dinner/playdate… this can be fun and crazy sometimes!</span></div>
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Help:</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Helping kids with homework while the parent
is tending to other littler children or making dinner would be amazing.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">(Or you could help with little ones, while
the parent helps with schoolwork.)</span></div>
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Time</b><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">:</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Asking a trusted male friend to help “fill
in” for Dad (or vice versa).</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="color: #262626; text-indent: -0.25in;">Just a simple conversation where the kids feel heard, ten
minutes spent throwing a ball with them or teaching them to ride their bikes,
any kind of quality interaction with a caring man is invaluable. Maybe you could set up play dates with a trusted
male family friend who is tasked with focusing his time/energy specifically
towards the military children. (This is
pretty much verbatim from a close friend of mine. She did this, and it was just what her kids
needed. Thanks WC!)</span></div>
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I think the last one is my favorite.
I had my dad and father-in-law here a lot during the last deployment,
and that was great for my kids. They
threw the ball around, built train tracks, went swimming, wrestled, read books,
built puzzles… just what the kids needed.
This time around, they won’t be here as often, and it’s a longer
deployment, so looks like I’m going to have to find a friend!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I hope this helps you find some relief during deployment. Maybe you can find a church, a neighbor, or a
family that wants to support military families, but just doesn’t know how to
connect or what is needed. Take these
ideas and run with them. Remember that
you are allowed to ask for help… even if it’s just one-on-one with a friend. Tell them your needs, and let them serve you. Take care of yourself too. We military spouses tend to give of ourselves
to everyone else, and forget about our own needs. It’s important that you don’t lose your
mind. Really, your kids will thank you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I was chatting with a few friends at our Bible study
about our church and its desire to support military families. We love that the congregation and the staff
are willing to help with whatever needs arise.
But what does that support look like?
What should it look like? What do military families left to hold down
the home front want it to look like? I
am all for supporting the troops… in any way, shape or form. Sending toiletries
in care packages is a definite need for many of our men and women out
there. But for those who have families
back home, would it not be an even a greater support knowing that
servant-hearted people in the area are taking care of your family? I know K has told me more than once that he
can rest easy and sleep at night on the ship, knowing that I have people to
help me to remain sane.</div>
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Our church has an adopt-a-military family program. Love this idea. My adoptive family helped me tremendously
when K was deployed earlier this year. I
gave birth to our third, M, while K was on an aircraft carrier, and so I had
lots of family here to help. However, I
was alone for the last six weeks of the deployment, so I called my church for
help. Enter: K & T, a mother and
daughter team, who helped with bedtime almost every night of the week. I cannot tell you how grateful I was to have
another adult to wrangle my pre-schooler and toddler into pajamas, while I
nursed the baby and put her to bed. They
would alternate nights and stay for about 90 minutes, helping with the bedtime
routine, and while I was finishing putting the older two down, K was washing my
pots and pans and loading the dishwasher.
This was exactly what I needed.
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We’ve been talking about faith in action, also known as
obedience, in our Bible study. If our
church and its members want to support military families, then it’s this kind
of action—stepping out of your comfortable routine to help another in need—that
is greatly needed. I had friends offer
to have us over for dinner while K was gone, and while it was a welcomed treat
to let someone else cook, it was really more stressful for me to have to gather
my three kids, ages 3 years old and under, and get them to someone’s house… and
try to get them to sit and eat… and play referee… and nurse a baby… you get my
drift. So, my point is to get us
thinking about what would really be a help to military families when the spouse
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But before I continue, let me also interject that it is HARD
for most military wives to ask for help.
We have been sort of unconsciously indoctrinated into the mindset that
we have to have it all together. That this
is the life WE chose, so we have to suck it up, and deal with it. That we can’t ask for help, because we’re
supposed to be strong and independent for our husbands and families. These are lies. LIES, I tell you. Come, on, ladies out there, you know that
these thoughts have crossed your mind a time or two. Don’t believe it. We are allowed to ask for help. There are neighbors, family, friends, and church
members out there just waiting to love on you.
One of my friends reminded us during this conversation at Bible study
that we steal some one else’s opportunity to serve with their gifts when we
don’t ask for help. There are season in
your life to serve and seasons when you need to be served. That’s just how life is, and it’s how the
Christian church was designed by God to operate. And I want to confess, that when I found out
that I was pregnant with M, I felt so guilty about asking for help. I felt like I was at fault for getting
pregnant at that time… because I knew when K was deploying! (Clearly, the <i>fault</i> was not mine alone…) but I just heard the Accuser (that’s
Satan) saying, “How could you let this happen now?” Well clearly, <i>this</i> was and is just about the greatest blessing a mom could have
asked for. M is irreplaceable, of
course, and she was just what God had in mind for our family… on so many many
levels. So just don’t believe the lies,
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So, back to some practical ideas on what churches or
individuals or families can do to support military families while a service
member is deployed. Here are some of my
ideas. I want you to think of some
yourself, especially military spouses… comment here or on Facebook. But I want you to think outside the box… if
you could customize your support, what EXACTLY would you need? Be specific.
Don’t feel bad about putting someone out… there actually <i>are</i> people out there who can and want to
help you. And remember, if no one knows
your needs, how can those needs be met? Even if you are not a military spouse, please contribute your ideas too! In what capacity is the Lord calling you to serve? We all need to be obedient to ask or to help...</div>
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Every family has different circumstances, daily schedules,
routines, kids ages, etc. so, let’s hear
your ideas… Give me some feedback to take to the masses. I couldn’t have possibly exhausted them all. And just so you know, my plan is to get back
with the ladies with whom I started this conversation to see how we can meet
the needs of military families that go to our church and as a ministry to those
that don’t. Thanks friends!<o:p></o:p></div>
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She talks incessantly. And I LOVE
it. I mean… really LOVE it. This is my favorite age so far, between 18 mo
and 3yrs. I absolutely enjoy watching
their language and concept development.
I love watching the wheels turn in their head, waiting with anticipation
of what amazing thought might pop out of their little mouths. My two oldest kids both talked earlier than
pediatricians’ averages. C had more than
fifty words at 18 mo, but E, oh E… she was there at 15 mo. I can only guess at the reasons they are so
talkative so early… I’m sure the research is out there, which is probably why
experts say things like: read to your child from birth. And we do that… we read LOTS of books, at
least three every night before bed and even one before nap time. We also never used any baby talk, and just
explain things as they are with regular meaningful words. Whether they understand every word is not
important, they are hearing and absorbing.
My little sponges. I also don’t
lie to avoid a lengthy explanation. That
just seems so unfair… kids get it. They
can understand lots of things if I take the time to explain it with the correct
words and then us some analogy from their world so they can understand it in their
terms. It’s actually really fun for me
to try to figure out a way to answer some of their questions like… “Is God ever
disobedient?” or “Why was M in your belly and how’d she get out?” Those were doosies. We used sign language starting at 12mo, which
helped tremendously to avoid lots of tantrums over frustrating
misunderstanding. C knew about twenty
signs by the time he was ready to full out talk, but E only learned about eight
before she was using words. “Forget this
signing thing, I’m just going to say ‘thank you!’” is what I assume went though
her head. So I don’t say all of this to
brag about my kids… I am leading to a point here. What I’ve been thinking about is our kids’
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15, 2012: Where is my iPhone? I know I
left it on the living room couch. I was
using it as a remote for our Apple TV.
Hmmm… Where is E? and why is it
so quiet around here? I find her in the
playroom with her back to me, as she’s leaning on her elbows on the couch. I hear her voice, only it’s not coming from
her mouth… it’s coming from a video she’s playing back on my iPhone. She notices me, and giggles, runs to the
corner of the room and hides her new-found toy behind her back.</i> It was all I could do not to laugh and try to
reprimand her for taking my phone. This
girl is smart. She’s smart because she’s
observant and acts on what she’s observed.
I’m pretty sure all kids do this.
She watches me swipe the screen, take photos, look at photos, find
music, whatever, and then she tries it… usually without my permission. But sometimes I give her the green light… and
watch her work. I am utterly amazed by
how much she can do on that phone. She
and C are obsessed with the William Tell Overture, and just a few days ago she
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But I was so proud.
Proud because our world is changing, and she the one who is going to be
in the midst of it all. Our kids will need
to learn how to interface with technology.
Not that they need to spend all their time doing so… I still want them
to be kids who run, climb, jump and play outside, read books made of paper,
color, paint, and build puzzles.
However, they are going to need these tech skills as much as they need language skills... and they have already acquired
some of these skills much earlier than I would have anticipated. For goodness sake, my baby hears grandma's voice on my iPhone and expects to SEE her too! I guess it might be truly time for
an iPad. Daddy?! Are you ready for this? Christmas might come a bit early this year.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07191854739423770151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297534692218652866.post-69928404786391035572012-08-18T21:37:00.001-07:002012-08-18T22:18:06.533-07:00Naval Wifery Part 3: Drum Roll, Please...Ahhh, yes. It is official. The slate came out about a month ago (sorry for the delay in posting!)... AND... drum roll please... we are staying put in sunny SoCal! A huge answer to our prayers. Thank you, Jesus. This is exactly what we wanted! Except... oh wait... the deployment schedule. The tour we are currently undertaking is a sea tour... so is the next one. Back to back sea tours is usually what happens in this stage of an aviator's career. We knew that, but hoped that he'd join a squadron that was just getting back from deployment. If that were the case, we would have a nice break, sitting the bench for awhile with K at home. Well, turns out that's <i>not</i> the case. We're looking at another 7-9 month deployment early next year. yep. That's right. K just returned, as you can see from my photos, at the end of February this year. <br />
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We were in South Lake Tahoe in July. We split the drive into two days, Saturday and Sunday, because I've learned that with three kids four and under, we need to add an hour for stops for every three hours of driving. E, our 2yo, was also wearing big-girl-pants for the trip, since she had just reached that stage where diapers had become unacceptable to her. Don't get me wrong, that's fantastic. Just have to make sure we stop as soon as she says she has to go, and it takes time to help her on the potty. Anyway, we finally got there and met up with my mom's side of the family for our reunion. It was a long two days and we were ready to get our vacation on! <br />
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Monday morning. First day of vaca. K was taking a rather long time coming down for breakfast. He finally appeared, and said to me, "Well the slate is out! A friend texted me. I called the placement officer and left a message. He should call back soon." My heart jumped and my stomach flew to my throat. I needed to go to the store, so K and I left the kids with the grandparents, and hopped in the car. While I was in the store, K got the call. When came back, his face was sullen. I think he tried to hide it, but I could tell he had the news... and his face told me it wasn't great. He told me the squadron and the report date: fall of THIS year. I knew instantly what that meant, and my heart sank. Bottom lip quivered. Tears welled and overflowed. Then the quiet sobs. I couldn't help it. Deployment was going to happen MUCH sooner than later. K was silent for awhile, then finally said, "You're not making this very easy." "I'm allowed to have my moment," was my immediate response. All I could think about was the list of things he was going to miss. C and E's birthdays were the first to cross my mind. And little M... he'll miss the SAME age with M that he missed last time with E: 15-24 mo. Once I calmed myself, I hugged him. I just wasn't prepared to step back into deployment mode so soon. I guess I should have been because any of the ten squadrons were a possibility. I mean, we were pretty sure we were not moving, but didn't think enough about this part of the equation. It shocked me.<br />
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This will be our second deployment since having kids. I am by no means seasoned. After eight years of this Navy life, I often still feel like a novice Navy wife when it comes to deployment. And now I'm not just a wife, but a mother too. A mother of three. Three under five. It's been said by many experts that the first five years of a child's life are so crucial for development... and I agree. What pressure. I am solely in charge of their foundational development as people. Thank the good Lord that He is with me. Jesus promised to never leave me or forsake me. He is my Rock and my Refuge in whom I take shelter. He will make sure by His grace that I don't screw them up too badly.<br />
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So after the tears and the hugs, we started to brainstorm all the good things that will come from joining <i>this</i> squadron at <i>this</i> time. 1) the people. Three of my friends, with whom I did a Bible study during the last deployment, are in this squadron. 2) sooner than later could be a good thing. THe kids are already in the "deployment mode." They understand that Daddy works on a big ship and takes long trips some times. If we had a long period between deployments, I think they would got so used to having K home, that we'd have to go through all the emotional preparation from square one. Not that it will be easy, but hopefully, a little easier. 3) after this deployment, K should really have a solid break and be home for a few years. 4) this blog is up. I can actually write about this deployment as it's happening, instead of having a newborn to nurture without Daddy like last time!<br />
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Yeah, so... we're ecstatic that we are staying in CA. Truly a great thing, especially now that deployment is looming. Trying to move AND start a deployment cycle would be insanity. At least for me. Other do it, I'm sure. Don't know how. More power to you, ladies. My time may come for that, but not this round. Apparently, my Lord knows me and knows I'm not ready for that yet! And if you're wondering what "specific" plans the bureau had for K... No. Idea. Go figure. If you're wondering how our Tahoe vacation ended up after day one... M was teething and up almost every night for about two hours at a time. We didn't sleep, and needed a vacation from our vacation. Drove 10 hours in one day just to sleep in our own bed. Good times!! <br />
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PS. I promise to write more often.<br />
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<br />Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07191854739423770151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297534692218652866.post-67636410999644739702012-07-06T23:36:00.002-07:002013-06-12T21:57:15.773-07:00Naval Wifery Part 2: Life in Limbo<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;">So, at the beginning of June, my stellar husband, K, was
selected as a department head in his aviation community! This was fantastic news. This means that he will join a squadron for
another 2 ½ -year sea tour sometime in the next year or so. He’ll be one of five or six department heads
there leading a number of junior officers and enlisted sailors in various assignments. This is a very big milestone for him because
it opens some new doors as we continue on through the next ten years of our
navy life. But before we get there, we
need to get to a squadron. The question
is: which one?? There are ten squadrons;
five in Norfolk, Virginia, one in Atsugi, Japan, and four right here in
California, where we live now. We requested
to stay put here in sunny SoCal. I mean…
can you blame us? Oh, the joy! Wouldn’t it be absolutely amazing to actually
stay in one location for more that two or three years? I’m sure it’s the dream of every Navy family,
right? We’ve moved three times in the
last eight years, which actually isn’t too bad, but if we can cut out one move,
all the better for everyone.</span><br />
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that we have not chosen our next location ourselves. It is completely out of
our hands. We chose Japan for his first
tour, we chose Norfolk for his second, and we chose 72F and sunny California
for his third tour. Now for tour number
four… let the life in limbo begin! Here
we are just waiting… and waiting… and
waiting for our destiny (more like destination) to be revealed! ‘Tis a strange place for us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Once the operational department heads are selected, the
powers that be have to place every one of them in a squadron. The document that will be published with this
information is called the slate. It’s
like a giant puzzle, taking into consideration so many different variables...
requests for certain people by a skipper, one squadron needs a pilot while
another needs an NFO (Naval Flight Officer, aka: not a pilot, but the highly
skilled operators in the rear of the plane), timing for others exiting the
squadron, and the list goes on. It is a
hard job, I’m sure, and we’ve been told it takes about a month from the screen
board results (the announcement that he was selected) for them to finish the
slate. Well… this week marks the
month-a-versary… and it was rumored that it’s going to be another month
until the slate is ready to be disclosed.
Yep. That’s right. This puzzle must be over 1000 pieces… in the
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All we want to know is… are we moving or not? It’s July people. If we are moving in August, I have a crap-ton
of things to do to get ready… because we’re either going cross-country or
overseas. I’m not as concerned about
going to the east coast. That’s
easy. But dude. What if we do get Japan? That means selling a car. Down-sizing
furniture. What if we do decide to have a fourth kid? Lugging all that baby
gear and NINE 20-gallon storage bins of girl clothes and FIVE bins of boy
clothes across the Pacific! (When we’re
done, we are having an unbelievable sale!
My sisters better be ready to bid on their favorite baby items!) What about getting C into pre-school in the
fall in Virginia? I’m sure there are
only waiting list spots available. These
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K is decidedly certain we’re staying here. I don’t know how he knows this, but he just
thinks it’s so. He claims that it makes
sense for the Navy to save a buck by NOT moving us. It’s expensive to move a family of five! And Lord knows, this country can afford to
save a few bucks. I mean, someone has to
go to Japan, that’s a given, but if we’re already here and want to stay… well,
please? Can we? Can we? There was also a
comment made by someone at the bureau that they have a specific plan for K…
well, of course, that gets my thinker/planner husband’s brain going into all
the possible scenarios that could be “specific!” Makes the wait even more unbearable… whetting
the appetite with vague notions of specificity is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i>
fair. Who knows... Might not be all that special or specific
after the big reveal, but it still gets us even more anxious to know! No matter the plan, K could handle anything
they throw at him. He does everything with
excellence, to the best of his ability, without shortcuts. His moto (well, he has a few), is to “work
smart, not hard”; although, he works hard too.
He’s always one to come into a situation and try to leave it better than
he found it. Make it more productive and
efficient without reinventing the wheel.
He searches out people to help solve problems, give suggestions, and
delegate, if he can. Oh, sorry… I was
going off on a tangent of praise of my hubby.
I’m not proud of him or anything.<o:p></o:p></div>
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family verse: “Trust in the Lord with
all of your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all of your ways,
acknowledge Him, and He will make your path straight.” Proverbs 3:5-6<o:p></o:p></div>
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So this evening, I overheard my sweet 4yo son putting his Blue Bear to bed. Oh. My. Goodness. Tears of pure joy welled up in my eyes. I was walking down the hall from his sister’s
room to his room to put him to bed. But
I stopped short of his view in the hallway when his sweet little voice alerted
me to his pretend play. This is what I
heard: “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Jesus had five friends to help
him. Six-seven-eight-nine-ten-eleven-twelve helpers. Wow, twelve. That’s a lot of helpers, Blue Bear. Jesus taught his twelve helpers about God’s
love. That’s it! All done.
It’s time for bed now. Get in
bed. Let’s turn off your light. </b>(C
turns off his lamp, and nears the door.)
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Good night, Blue Bear. I love you. Mch mch mmch mch. </b>(blowing
kisses to Blue Bear from the door). <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Got it.
Got it. Got that one. Got them
all.</b> (He half closes the door as if
he’s about to leave, then stops short and opens it back up a bit and says…) <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">What?</b> (pause) <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">OK, I love you too. Good night.”</b>
He closes the door and finds me standing there grinning from ear to ear
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I couldn’t help it.
He went through our routine perfectly.
Even to include the pause at the end when I’m closing his door, and he’s
still trying to prolong our conversation.
His intonation was a perfect imitation of mine. Unreal. Actually it’s quite scary, because tone of
voice communicates so much, even more than the actual words being spoken. The "what?" sounded a little bit annoyed with Blue Bear. I was rather humbled and convicted about how
I often have a harsh with tone when speaking to my little ones. Need some help there. Don’t we all?
I need to relax and bring it down a notch. Not everything is a crisis. Sheesh, mama.
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Ahh, but C… He was surprised to see me standing there, but
smiled and told me that Blue Bear is going to bed. He invited me back into his room, telling me
I need to be quiet because he’s already asleep.
However, the tickle-monster woke Blue Bear up, and we read another book
and a Bible story, and went through our routine together. I paused at the door just because, and said I
love you again. After I closed the door,
I heard him start to roll and hum himself to sleep... something he’s been doing
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This is what it’s ALL about, people. These are the moments to write about so that
we can remember just exactly how perfect and innocent they are when they’re
little. I can hear my dad in my head
saying this about my sister and me: I want to bottle up this moment and keep it
forever. I don’t want them to grow
up. C’s last day of school is tomorrow…
next year he’ll be in pre-K… then Kindergarten… then first grade… Oh, I can’t
bear to think about it now. It just all
goes much too fast. I’ve been told
numerous times that it would. I know we
all have our moments, our days, even our weeks and perhaps months of
frustration with our babies, but it is in these precious moments that all of
that melts away. Would you mind taking a
moment to share some of the funny, precious, astounding or precocious things
your little ones (maybe they’re bigger ones now!) have done to bring those
tears of pure joy to your eyes? Maybe it
might help to think of something heart-warming, if you’ve had one of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">those</i> days. Thanks for indulging me, friends.</div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07191854739423770151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297534692218652866.post-44524979968415802412012-05-23T15:36:00.003-07:002012-05-23T20:12:15.278-07:00Mommy Zen<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">So Kris has been out of town
for the last two days. I think this is
the first time since his return from deployment in February that I’ve been home
alone with the kids. I can’t believe how
in just six short weeks I can lose all of my single-parenting skills. I mean all of them. I did not prepare myself or my day well to do
this alone again. I should check the
lunar calendar, maybe it’s a full moon.
That’s the only other reasonable explanation I can think of for the
blatant disregard of my authority that my children have been displaying these
last 48 hours. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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solids at lunch. She’s been refusing
solids for the past three days… nursing fine, but swatting at the spoon and
shaking her head. She’s seven months old
and has an opinion already. I don’t know
if C’s deaf or is just that selective with his hearing… everything I ask of him
is either ignored or rebutted in some fashion.
Don’t argue with me! You are
four! You just <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">turned</i> four! Look at me,
son! Ahhh! (I didn’t say any of that to him, except the
“look at me” part.) Then there is my two-year-old, E, who is precious and sweet
one moment, but turns on a dime into either a mischievous imp or a
nails-on-a-chalkboard whiner. Throughout
the day, I find that my jaw is clenched so hard, that I need to crowbar to
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<span style="font-family: Times;">It’s bath time. C and E went up the stairs ahead of me. I turned the corner behind them to take M to
her room for a new diaper and jammies.
While I changed her I reminded myself that this parenting thing is supposed to be fun,
that I want to enjoy my babies, and that I need to unlock my jaw… again. So, before I fed M and put her down, I went
to see what the two crazies were up to. I
also wanted to let them know I would be in M’s room and to play quietly until
bath time. What I came upon was exactly
what I needed to see to calm me, release my furrowed brow and bring back my smile… two naked kids in an empty
bath tub, playing nicely with their bath toys, waiting for water. And it even gets better. I asked if they needed to go potty, and C said,
“We already did!” We already did? Wha?? Sure enough, pee in
both the big and little potties. My
potty-training E had zero accidents today, and went by herself before their
bath. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Every mom needs moments of
zen like this. After a rough day, that
was mostly due to my missing single-parenting skills, this scene was a gift. Hmmm… what other gifts did I receive
today? I know there have to be more that
I’ve overlooked due to the condition of my jaw…
E gave M kisses all day long (and
only tried to pick her up once.) C literally rolled right over M’s head and
made her cry, but later he laid on the floor with her and she laughed and
giggled with delight at his attention.
The older two devoured their dinner and both ate a big spoonful of peas. That was huge. Still working on the “eat your veggies”
mantra. And finally, a</span>fter the bath tub delight, I brought little M back to her room to nurse and she went right to sleep. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Touché, little ones. Touché.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07191854739423770151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297534692218652866.post-22106214743862668352012-04-23T22:22:00.000-07:002012-04-25T20:31:27.452-07:00A Little Man-Time<br />
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awesome. Let me start by giving some
background. This week the squadron that K works with had a Change of Command. This event happens every fifteen months: the
Executive Officer (XO) takes over the role of Commanding Officer (CO) of the
squadron. It’s a really BIG deal to
everyone involved. The two officers
changing command were both mentors of K’s and his fellow junior officers in the squadron he was a part of in Japan.
That being said, a few of those then junior officers, who are now more
senior or no longer Navy, arrived in California this week to attend and
celebrate this change of command. A
couple of these fellas hung out at our house between events. They were on our front porch sitting in
rocking chairs drinking beers, catching up and enjoying some man-time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Okay, so now here’s a little
bit about my awesome son. While these guys are
shooting the “sheet”, as K likes to say, C was in quiet time. Quiet time is ninety minutes of alone time in
his room, in lieu of a nap. Mommy still
needs her own quiet time, so he goes to his room to read or play while his
sisters actually sleep. The only reason
he is allowed to come out of his room is if he has to go #2… which he often
does. He must hold it or just time it
perfectly, because during most quiet times, C comes out to go. On this particular day while man-time was in
progress, C did what he normally does and called down the stairs to let me know
he had some business to take care of. He
had already gone once that day, but I conceded, and told him to come down. Before he went into the bathroom, he asked if
he could go outside and say hi to Daddy.
Hmmm… I smiled to myself and again, conceded. I just had this feeling that he was dying to
join the dudes outside and was faking his need to use the bathroom. Mommy knows her little boy. I was so right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;">All of this discussion with
C happened at a distance; I was in the kitchen, C on the stairs. I listened carefully as he went outside.
Daddy and his two friends greeted him warmly, and one friend invited him to sit
next to him. C decided he needed a chair
too, and went to the playroom to retrieve his fuzzy Elmo chair. All the other guys were sitting in chairs,
why not C? After I finished cleaning up
the kitchen, I just had to go see what he was up to. Elmo was seated next to a rocking chair, but C
had decided to play God with some rolly-pollies (pill bugs) and was squashing
them on the front walk. I went to him to
confront his lie about needing to “go”, but let him know that I understood that
he wanted to be a part of man-time, which indeed, was a special time, since Daddy
had been gone for so long. I encouraged him to go back up to the porch... he did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;">The next thing he decided he
needed was a drink. The men have
beer. He needs apple juice. I willingly obliged. I handed him his cup and leaned on the front door frame to admire my sweet son. C sat down on Elmo and sipped his beverage like
Daddy and the “other Daddies” as C’s sister called them earlier in the day. He crossed his legs. I glanced around… yep, every one of them have
theirs crossed too… just rockin’ and drinkin’.
He smiled at me when he realized that I noticed his imitation. After
returning his smile with one of my own, I retreated indoors so he could man it up. After a few minutes, C set his drink down and
went back to the playroom in search of something. I heard him call to me, “Mom, where’s the
phone that goes with the kitchen?” We did a quick sweep of some toy bins and
found it. C returned to his chair, and
set the phone down next to his drink on the ground. Unbelievable.
I laughed out loud. iPhones and
Blackberries lay on the ground next to each of the other chairs. C was really taking this very seriously! I was astonished and elated at his emulation
of his Daddy and Daddy’s friends. C did
an absolutely excellent job examining the details of manhood and made sure he
had all that was required. Awsome. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;">I am not looking forward to
the next deployment, whenever that is. C needs his Daddy. So do the girls. But watching C, my little man, so blatantly
and excitedly want to be like the men on the porch, reminded me of just how
important Daddies are in the lives of their kids. Daddies set the tone for the life of their
children. Moms are the servants… feed,
clothe, bathe, etc. But Dads speak to
the spirit of their children in a way that only Dads can. Daddies can give their kids wings to fly high
with confidence and self-worth.
Unfortunately, the reverse is also true.
That is why I pray that the Lord will make Himself known to my children
early in their lives… that they will be able to understand why Daddy is gone
for so long and that they will look to Him as their Father, whether their
earthly father is home or on a ship serving his country. That is why I pray that during the days and
months when K is home, that their time with Daddy is everything they need it to
be to account for the time when he’s not.
It’s hard. I worry a lot about my
children… whether we are doing all that we should for them in this season. I know, I know… worry is a giant waste of
time and energy, so instead of worrying, I will just keep praying for God’s
grace to cover them. So glad I can rest
in that truth. C, E & M are such
special and amazing little people… who really LOVE their Daddy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07191854739423770151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297534692218652866.post-67151762512062218132012-04-18T23:23:00.001-07:002012-04-24T22:39:33.201-07:00Naval Wifery: Part One<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, my hubs never ceases to amaze me. He has
taken over kitchen duty more times than I can count since he's been home.
(He was deployed for seven months, but I'll get to that later.)
I've always felt guilty about not being great at meal planning and meal
execution, but I learned recently, like a week ago, that for K, preparing a
meal after work is a time for decompression and creativity. And he loves
taking on this role... and he's damn good at it. Sweet. That means,
I can feed the kids, nurse the baby and sit down for five to ten minutes and
write a bit while he gets his culinary creativity on. Phew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> K is an amazing husband, and I want to create
a page on this blog just for him to post his brain children (aka: ideas to set
the modern world right), thoughts on fatherhood, Navy life and maybe a few
recipes. He's a fantastic writer... a quality I noticed and admired
before we started dating. I wish I had the first email that he ever wrote
to me. The subject: Allow myself to introduce... myself...! I was a
sophomore in college, and his sister (my bff) had given him my email address
because she claimed we would be a perfect match simply because of our
mutual love of Mike Meyers movies. After that first email, it took us
five years to get on the same page, and actually start dating. He was
already in Naval flight school when we started getting to know each other, so I
knew what I was getting myself into... or so I imagined that I did.
Dating a man in uniform was pretty cool. Still is... eight years
later. Navy life for us has been pretty exciting and fun; however, 2011
was probably the most challenging year of Naval Wifery to date. (btw, I’m coining that term.) So how's
about a little bit more of the history lesson... care to continue with me on
this stroll down my memory lane?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just after we married in May of 2004, we moved to
Japan for K's first sea duty. I was a new wife, a new Navy wife, and new
to Japan. Looking back, I think I was in shock for at least six months,
and K was gone for about three of those! But once we settled in, I
started teaching English and K adjusted to the deployment cycle, we had the
time of our lives! We fondly call it our three-year honeymoon: Japan,
Australia, Fiji Islands (our actual honeymoon!), Thailand, Singapore, Hong
Kong, and New Zealand. And, not to mention, we lived 45 min outside of
Tokyo. Unreal. Deployments weren't too bad since the cycle was
shorter, meaning the deployments were shorter, but he actually racked up more days on the ship during those three
years than his counter parts in the State-side squadrons. Plus, he wasn't
in the Middle East: his strike group kept a keen eye on the Dear Leader and
other hounds in the Pacific Rim. I worked a lot of hours teaching to make
traveling to ports affordable, so I saw him a few times during his absence from home as
well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In 2007, we headed to Norfolk, Virginia, for shore
duty and to begin Operation Procreation.
C was born just nine months after we arrived in VA, and E was born two
years and a day later. Operation Procreation
was a huge success! During our
three-year stay in Norfolk, we met some fabulous friends who will remain a part
of our lives for a long time. Just eight
short weeks after E was born, we moved again to southern California, which is
where we are now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We knew this tour was going to be more difficult
than the first two because it is/was our first sea duty with kids. We spent the summer of 2010 hiking and
traveling the coast, but by Christmas, I was already starting to stress about
K’s upcoming seven-month deployment. In
Naval aviation, there is a season for preparation and training for deployment
called “work-ups.” Work-ups require
Daddy to be gone off and on for weeks at a time for about six months prior to
deployment, which, as I found out, is: hell. Especially with a three-year-old boy. The air wing in Japan didn’t do work-ups, so
this whole evolution was new to me. Operation Procreation was set to commence
toward the end of work-ups before deployment so that if successful, K would be
home for the birth of Dash 3 after cruise.
Work-ups started January 18, 2011.
I took a pregnancy test January 17.
Dash 3 was on the way six months ahead of our schedule. K would miss practically the whole pregnancy
during work-ups, and the birth and first five months of this child’s life during deployment. Can any one say, basket case? I was a mess.
I know many mothers have delivered babies without their husbands before
me, and many will do so after me, but I never expected to be numbered among
their ranks! “I don’t want to do this
without him!” was the phrase on repeat in my mind. Every time I’d think about him missing the
birth, I would burst into tears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Again, looking back, I was in shock. Really? Our
first deployment with kids, and we’re adding another one during it? Really, Lord?
But after a month or so, I finally came to terms with God’s timing. I’ve known for a long time that His timing is
always perfect. His ways are higher than
mine. I started counting my blessings. I am able to have children. K was there for the first two births. I am not alone, with so many family members
and friends willing to help. I have a
church that will support me. We were
able to move to a bigger house (with a grass yard!) to accommodate our new
addition! I started repeating truth
like, “I’ve given birth before, I can do it again,” or “The Lord chose THIS
child at THIS time, because THIS child was the one He wanted in our family,” or
“I am going to grow and mature in my faith because of this unique and difficult
situation,” or “The Lord is with me always.”
Last year, I was in BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) where we studied the
book of Isaiah. One week, this verse
grabbed me and became my mantra for this whole deployment and birth experience<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">: </i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> I will lead the blind by ways
they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the
darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These
are the things I will do; I will not forsake them. Isaiah 42:16<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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One I could definitely relate to and cling to. I needed this. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And thus my year commenced as a pregnant mama with a preschooler, a toddler and husband beginning work-ups with an imminent deployment.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So there’s part one of my little history lesson… I
wish I had started this blog last year so that I could have documented this
time in our lives day by day… you know, in all the spare time I had. In any case, I want to document it and share
it now. It’s never too late to share some encouragement. So glad K spent some time in the kitchen, so
that I could write a bit. Thanks for reading... stay tuned for more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Man, it's crazy how fast technology and social media is moving, and I often feel left in the dust! That's why I am so thankful to have a techie husband, whom I like to call "Nick Burns ( the company's computer guy!)" If you don't know Nick Burns, check out SNL's the best of Jimmy Fallon. Hilarious. I would be lost without K and his IT background. He keeps me up to speed on all the newest happenings in Cupertino, CA. Yes, we're Apple fans. Got our first PowerBook, iPod (2nd gen) and some accessories with <b>all</b> of our wedding money in 2004 before we headed off to Japan for three years. We moved on to and iMac, then an bigger iMac, iPod Mini, iPod Shuffle, iPod Nano, iPod Touch, MacBook Pro, Apple TV and finally an iPhone. Just waiting on the right time to enlist the iPad's services. Perhaps for our 8th anniversary, we'll invest ten months worth of cable into this new addition to our Apple family... I mean, come on, it's a perfect tool to help with our goals of reading more (Kindle app), better quality time together (Hello Vino and Bejewled) and I can take this lovely blog and all others that I'm following, any where I choose. Done and done.<br />
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So, here I sit snuggled beneath my sweatshirt blanket with a bowl of popcorn and a glass of wine... determined to continue this new adventure in blogging. Please be patient as I learn the lingo (feel free to send me an acronym dictionary link), navigate the toolbars (tips and hints are welcome), and figure out how to find my dashboard! This SAHM is tired. 7am comes way too fast. More about my life as a SAHM with three little ones soon. G'night.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07191854739423770151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297534692218652866.post-37594885177985289772012-04-02T20:59:00.000-07:002012-04-25T20:28:36.162-07:00Quick RunSo, my kiddos woke up early today... 6:40am. By the time we got them dressed and fed, I had about 25 minutes of actual free time this morning before my 4yo needed chauffeuring to preschool. It was actually rather surreal. So, I asked my husband (K), jokingly, "Oh, my, what should I do with my free time?" His answer: "Why don't you write a post for your new blog? [insert something about about starting other things and not finishing them...] You have readers out there that are dying to read the next installment, and you're leaving them hanging!" (Yes, my many many followers are just salivating for my second post.) He also suggested some other options, but seriously, it was 8:20am. So, I opted to go for a quick run. Now, Running and I have never really been the best of friends. I love to play sports... well, I should say, I used to love playing sports. I played volleyball in high school and college, and I even coached a season of middle school ball at my alma mater. But, running... it's not something I love to do. Yet. I really do want to love to run. In my 30+ years of life, I still haven't managed to form a proper relationship with it. I think that's because my lack of love for running is really more about my self-discipline than any thing else. Self-discipline is a virtue, of which I am in desperate need, and thankfully, yet surprisingly, I've seen other opportunities for growth in this area recently, as well. I guess the Lord is finally getting serious with me on this topic. I know that I work best with a schedule, but with three babies in the house, I'm constantly at the mercy of their various needs, wants, boo-boos and levels of maturity... oh, and add potty-training my 2yo to that mix, and you've got quite a random and crazy day... <br />
Well, we're starting to make a change here, people. K and I have become more serious about cooking healthier meals and setting an example for our kids. K was on a 21-day cleanse and lost 15 lbs after deployment. (He wanted to rid himself of the demons contained in nasty ship food.) So, the self-discipline enters in the form of a meal calendar. It's a dry-erase board with the days of the week listed vertically and space to write in lunch and dinner plans for each day. It's from Target. But it's up there on the fridge staring at me all day, telling me what to thaw the night before, what ingredients are on the shopping list, and where I found the recipe. We've been eating so much better, except for the huge burgers we grilled last night! This probably seems elementary for seasoned moms out there, but when you have a 4yo and 2yo that won't eat anything but chicken nuggets, grilled cheese and PB&J, a nursing baby and a deployed husband, cooking a healthy meal for just yourself is the biggest chore known to man. I did do it, but not often enough during the deployment. I was out of practice and needed some focus. And, sure enough, with the help of Target and Pintrest, we're on our way to a more veggie-filled culinary experience. So, there you have it: my second post. I am encouraging you to leave comments here or on FB about how you organize your days/weeks... what system do you use? when do you clean? when do you cook? when the heck do you exercise? and how do you get your crazies to eat their veggies? Let me glean small nuggets of wisdom... Lord knows, I'm far from arriving, but I want to love to run to get there.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07191854739423770151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297534692218652866.post-28523328792931009142012-03-23T22:45:00.001-07:002012-04-25T20:25:40.301-07:00The Birth of a BlogSo, I've been wanting to start blogging for years. Just hasn't happened until now. Having three kids in three and a half years, I've been a bit busy. You could say, I've got my hands full... in fact, many well meaning folks have made sure that I know that. "Boy! You've got your hands full!" At the park, the doctor's office, Costco, people see me and my posse and wonder how I do it. I usually say, "well, *pause* I don't do anything else." But I wouldn't change anything about my kids (or their birth proximity) because, well as you can see by the title of this new blog, my heart is full too. I know of many other moms with more than three or even three closer together, that I wonder about the same thing... how do you do it? I've also been asked by friends and perfect strangers, if we're done having kids... Well, I just don't know. We're not there yet. One way or another, we'll figure it out... I'm waiting on that "feeling" I've been told I'd feel to know when I'm done. Either way, this is the start of my ramblings, lessons learned, lessons I want and need to learn, questions, doubts, successes, failures, thoughts, plans, dreams, and general parenthood stuff in a blog. Sure there are lots of these kinds of blogs out there, but I kind of hope this one is different... honest and funny, but kinda serious at times too. One day I hope to have a second blog (yes, I know, this is just my first post in my first blog!) about my journey as a childbirth educator and doula... but I'm not there yet... need my certifications first. So, there you have it... my first entry. Now it's time for bed.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07191854739423770151noreply@blogger.com0