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"But I shall show you a still more excellent way" 1Cor12

Baby, You Were Born This Way.

I want to write about something that may be obviously apparent to parents of multiple children.
But to the parents with only one child, they might not yet have fully grasped it. For I only began to REALLY notice it after our second child was born.


Especially to the individuals who’ve never had children before, though, is who I write for: DOUBLY especially, to the pro-choice, pro-contracepting individuals who’ve never had children, is who I write this for; for perhaps they’ve never thought about this to quite the extent they should.


I’m sure there’s much more intellectually stimulating writings than mine out there. In fact, I’m absolutely aware of the world of scientific research to support what I’m sharing.

The average, curious Joe may do a tiny lifting of his finger to find this information. I’ve done it and so can you. I’ve generally found that whether or not I litter my blog with links and endless amounts of scientific research backing up what I have to say, whomever reads my blog ultimately rejects what they’re reading on an obstinately angry prejudice or is open to finding out more and does the research him/herself. So there you go, do what you will.
Moving on!

I believe that babies are born, with their personality, their disposition already intact.
I believe that babies are given their personality from the earliest moments of conception.

Because otherwise, when is a human being given his/her personality, his/her predisposition to the way s/he handles emotion, the way s/he communicates, his/her temperament?

At 6 months in utero? 9 months? AFTER birth, a random string of personality traits, plucked from the combined genetics of the mother and father, just spontaneously erupts within his/her brain?

Or perhaps the baby is born with absolutely no personality whatsoever and it’s only developed after coming into the world and being influenced by the environment and people in the human being’s life?

I believe that common intelligence will tell us that the latter must be mostly false.

Common intelligence, from a parent of more than one child, will observe that at the first moments after birth, if the parent is a perceptive one (trust me, not all are) each child is very different than his/her older sibling.

The cry not only sounds different, but a parent can perceive the urgency, the demanding or un-demanding of the cry. Parents more closely observe, over the next few days after arriving home from the hospital, how their baby handles the daily routine of the family: the changing of the diapers, baths, feedings, naps, “tummy time” …etc. All of these mundane events sound like pathetic material to have for observations and conclusions, but if one can consider the newness of life, how drastically different these events must be for the newly born human life, can one not wonder how that baby might handle the situation, depending on his/her disposition?

The differences are sometimes subtle, but if you’ve had more than one child, you can attest to the observation that the baby isn’t JUST yet another baby, like any other baby. Each new baby speaks his/her own personality differently.

My first son- beginning with his kicks within the womb! -was much more vocal about his presence. He was wound tight: vocal from the very beginning. If a diaper was too tight, or a bottle not warmed enough (I only breastfed him for the first three months: he went on a screaming nursing strike after I felt pushed into introducing the bottle to him very early on.) he let me know, loudly. He was up at all hours of the night. He was walking at 7 months and literally running at 8. He was talking before he was one year old and then varying his octaves and tones of voice before he was a year and a half. (I could ask him to say “momma” in a very high-pitched tone or a very low-pitched tone, and he would do it and then replicate the tones with other words.)


My son, now almost 3 years old, is a running, jumping, rollicking, screaming, yelling, non-stop talking wild child in a blaze of endless energy. I truly believe that he has only now begun to reach a satisfactory communication level (according to him) equalling the personality he has been given.

I believe that as a parent, after giving birth to our children, it’s not a matter of “training my baby” to do this or that, or follow a certain schedule that I desire. I believe that instead, my job is to get to KNOW my child. My already uniquely made child. (hence, my Attachment Parenting style of parenting… check out Ask Dr. Sears and this: )

A baby is a human being before s/he is born. This human being is born with limited abilities to communicate his/her personality until s/he reaches the earliest age possible to fully communicate his/her needs. Until then, a parent needs to be perceptive enough to read and understand the newborn human being’s personality.

My second boy barely cried after birth. He slept through the night from the get-go. He only cried (if I could even call it that) when he was hungry. He grunted instead of bellowing or screaming. He is now 1.5 years old and still has yet to purposely say “mom” or “dad”. He started walking at 10 months. He still only becomes whiny when he’s hungry, if I haven’t already fed him. Normally, he’ll just walk up to me and arch his head backwards and look at me with huge, chocolate brown eyes, raising his arms for me to hold him, and I know it’s the “feed me something, Momma,” look.

One might say that the differences in my son’s personalities lie in how I ate while I was pregnant or whether or not I had medication during birth.

First, being medicated isn’t going to be the source of development for my child’s personality. I was given an epidural for my first, wild boy. For our second, laid-back boy, the epidural was placed too high, never reaching lower than my belly button, and was ceased to be administered 2 hours before I began to push. We know that, instead, medications during labor may affect the health of the baby (i.e. drowsiness, unresponsiveness, lack of interest in nursing right away… etc.).

Secondly, I barely consumed any caffeine at all with my first crazy boy. I drank coffee (nearly daily) and Coke a Cola with our second, very calm boy. This third time around, I have had coffee daily.

I understand that environmental influences DO affect the health of the new human life. I do understand and acknowledge that if I were a smoker or consumed alcohol abusively or ate obese levels of sugar while pregnant, I would definitely be putting the physical health of my child in danger. But I cannot agree that I would be putting his/her personality in danger of alteration. This is a difference that many people misconstrue: especially the pro-choice, pro-contraceptive lot.

These people do not understand, or refuse to acknowledge that at the very moment of conception, parents have created, in union with the Ultimate Creator Himself, a very literal separate and unique human being. Like a snowflake, non-replicable. A snowflake the size of a zygote.

To the people who do not or will not understand this, they view having a child as either a commodity, or as an inconvenience. They may contracept, willfully, yet ignorantly flushing down the toilet all other human life that was “accidentally” conceived while on the Pill or IUD or Patch or shot.

We know this happens for a fact. We know that women get pregnant while contracepting. Google “pregnancy rates among contraceptive users” and you’ll find that even Guttmacher Institute (Planned Parenthood’s research arm) gives statistical evidence of failure among chemical contraceptive use. Yep, there’s failure for all types of birth control, natural and chemical. Honestly, the percentage rate does not matter… 0.1% or 10%, the failure rate is absolutely present, and who am I or you to put full faith into a failing chemical that will harm the newly created life, just banking on the assumption that “certainly I’m not likely to be that 1-10%”?

ESPECIALLY when the percentage of failure weighs upon the death of a human life.

But the even more questionable concern rises when we understand that when pregnant, a woman must not continue using her contraceptive because the chemicals will kill or greatly harm the already conceived life.

THEREFORE, how can we pretend to be blind to the “unsuccessful zygotes” that are the result of the effectiveness of the chemical abortions that take place without the knowledge of the poor mother and father who do not view each human life as sacred and unique (even though they think they do)?

We know that within hours of conception, the brand new human being’s DNA is fully formed (check my link below); DNA unique to the mother, unique to the father, unique to any other human being in the world. Hence, my snowflake allusion.

From what minimal biological knowledge I acquired from my college education, in combination with the light scientific research I have found through general internet searches, I am aware that fundamental personality cells are stored within the human DNA.

I have read that complex personality development is later developed and influenced by environmental forces; Yet we are born, already having been given our base personality. At the moment we are given our DNA. at conception.

Yikes. The people who think that contraceptives are OK and that abortion is OK have some answering to do.

What I have written is in the most elementary, rudimentary basics of human development. Pathetic, to some it may be, I really think that one doesn’t need to be a scientist to fully acknowledge these truths. One only needs to have a willful stubbornness to adhering to his/her personal convenience, though, to reject them. And sadly, so, so many people do.

http://www.ehd.org/dev_article_unit1.php

Momma’s Day

I have never heard a mother say, “I regret having so many children”

But I have heard it said many times, from many moms, “I wish I’d had more”.

I heard it just yesterday. Children are a gift of love, of God.

Why I Shall Never Again Sport a Bikini... →

The link above is wonderful. It’s actually titled “5 Reasons to Keep Bikini Pictures Off Facebook”

In typical Carolyn-type blogging fashion, I’ma gonna piggy-back off of her entry and expound upon my own thoughts.  It adds wonderfully to my previous post about 5 things I’d like to say to women.

This site offers retro, modest-ish suits... to help start anyone in their search...


Number 3 alone from the Bikini blog is sufficient enough for me to have turned away from the bikini days.
Waltzing around in my underwear in front of the general public- let alone freely POSTING photos of myself in nothing but on Facebook is something I would never do.
So why would I think wearing a bikini is any different? Cause it’s brightly colored, or has frill or a print on it?  sure….

Hey I’m a mom. Yes. Yes I am.

But that doesn’t mean I’m fat and covered in cellulite. This is my third pregnancy, but that doesn’t mean my body is gone to shambles. I am an athlete. My body is blessed with the privilege of muscle memory and rapid recovery. My stretch marks faded to the same color of the rest of my skin. I also don’t over-eat. I’m a tall girl and weighed 123lbs before I became prego with my current little sugar.

So one may assume that I too -mom of three that I am- could wear a bikini if I wanted to.
But I don’t want to.

The truth is, I’ve never found bikinis comfortable in the slightest.
I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of eyes following me around the swimming pool.
I’ve especially detested catching men I don’t know and/or don’t like taking enjoyment out of watching me tiptoe around in my bikini, hoping no one would notice- knowing by their shifting eyes that they indeed have.

I wore a bikini because …um that’s what girls are expected to wear. That’s how I felt anyway.  I -much like the vast majority of young women, I’d like to believe- just did what was “normal” without questioning it …until very recently.  What a blessing and an eye-opener it is to become a mother. It’s made me question my ignorances and strive to be better.  Heaven forbid.  (I see the nazi-fem in the corner tsk-ing and shaking her head in disbelief of my welcomed “oppression”) 

I always thought the more modest swimsuits were just plain ugly. …or maybe i just didn’t seek out those other options. I am GLAD to be able to use being a mom as an excuse to wear a bathing suit that covers all of my top and all of my bottom.

Secondly, I feel SO MUCH better about myself wearing a swimsuit that I think is cute AND comfortable.

I remember that literally EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I arrived at the pool, I dreaded taking my clothes off to reveal my body-in-bikini.


I hated it. (but I wouldn’t let anyone know THAT.)


I would sit as long as I could until maybe there was a chance that no one was looking and I could snatch my shirt and shorts off real quick and hop into the water for cover.

Wearing something that covers the parts of me that I think should only be for the viewing privilege of my husband eases me. I can actually enjoy being at the pool. I can also enjoy a compliment on my swimsuit because I know it must be genuinely given and not in total distraction of the parts of my body that it is NOT covering.

Also, I feel more confident. I remember shopping for a new bikini, expecting to look like the Victoria’s Secret model wearing it in the advertisement. How disappointing it was when I didn’t look like her. Then, upon arriving at the pool, I’d notice other girls who look more like the VS models in their teeny weeny bikinis, and I’d feel even more insecure.
“WHY WONT MY BODY LOOK LIKE THAT?” I would wonder in depression.

It all ties into the lie that women are telling one another: that we are, in fact, an object and are free to flaunt and use it for sex if we so deem. And that we should consider ourselves “liberated” by being such. (yet today there are daily news articles over the anger that women feel over being objectified by their body, pressured by societal expectations and photoshop-izing of it, and “WHY IT MUST STOP!”)

Cover up that stuff and -BY JOE!- I can have a conversation with someone who will actually look me in the eyes and not 12 inches below. (it’s about 12 inches, right?)

I also integrate this thinking into how I wish to present my children.  
ESPECIALLY my daughter, if I am ever blessed with one.  By allowing her to, at the earliest of ages, bare her midriff and exhibit her yet-to-be matured bosom, I am teaching her that it’s no different than a boy’s mid section or chest.  (“WOMEN ARE EQUAL!” that nazi-fem shouts from the back.)


And that couldn’t be farther from the truth!  


Exposing a woman’s stomach exposes her womb:  The most sacred of places on a human body is the one that bears new life.  And allowing her to frame her chest like turkey on a platter, reduces it to just that.  Women are given a chest for one reason: to nourish the new, unique life within her womb. (umm breastfeeding = reduction in Breast Cancer risk, anyone?)

If I were to teach my daughter to dismiss those crucial facts about her body, she then reduces her understanding of her sexuality to a mere object solely for lustful purposes, misinterpreting the value of the human body which will also lead to a distortion of how she perceives (or ignores) the dignity of a new human life and ultimately perverting her understanding of true L.O.V.E: God’s love.  And these warped perceptions will radiate into all facets of her life.

If I were to teach my daughter to “flaunt it”, to “work it”, that’s all she’ll ever know about the value of her body.  And it will confuse her when after “flaunting it” I tell her that beauty is deeper than skin, and that she needs to be a “good person” too in order to find a good man.

 She’ll be further confused when she stumbles through multiple relationships that hurt her because she thought by giving the boy her body, that she would be loved.  Yet, she isn’t.  She’s been used for it.  And she’ll search her whole life, unhappy, filling it with the material things that only amplify her physical appearance.  Unless by God, some sort of wisdom befalls her and she reads a few books that make her question all that she understood about herself up until that point- and that she doesn’t angrily and obstinately throw it aside!  

By allowing my daughter to dress this way, it opens doors to child predators who flood Disney World/Land, the pools she swims at, the schools she attends, the sports she plays, and all other public events she attends.

Read just a hair of a fraction into how to be aware of child predators and all the articles will tell you they infiltrate kid-friendly environments, watching and waiting.  Perhaps for the ones wearing that innocent “Fairy” costume I thought was so cute when she wanted to wear it to the park. They also infiltrate blogs and Facebook pages, looking for the mother who posts “cute” photos of her daughters wearing “big girl clothes” all over without regard to privacy settings.  (It’s why I barely post photos of my own children on this blog.)

Now that’s sort of cynical for me to go that deep of a route of thinking for my daughter that I’ve yet to bear.  But shouldn’t I???  Shouldn’t I, as the guardian of a human soul, be aware of the possibilities of what may befall that person if I don’t scratch the surface of even my intentions for dressing her the way I do, as innocently as they are formed?  Wouldn’t I be an irresponsible parent indeed if I didn’t think about how she will be formed to view her body?  Forget thinking that by being a responsible parent I must have been PLANNING financially… what about planning spiritually, emotionally, logically?

 I can give my child money, but if she doesn’t know what can happen when she uses it to buy and wear a lacy bikini, I’ve hurt her far worse than not having saved the cash for her to buy it.
 

No, no.  No more bikinis for this momma.  Thank you!  

Cute swimsuits that cover are out there, it just takes a little more effort to find them.  
A fellow Cathsorority sister ads The Shabby Apple on her blog (http://caffeinatedcatholicmama.com/  she’s awesome!) and I was delighted by all the collections on the site.  Hopefully, it will give any one who is in need of a boost to find classy clothes some hope.  

I found swim bottoms (on sale!) at Lands End last year that I paired with a tankini top from JC Penny and it worked out perfectly.  Here’s the link: 

http://www.landsend.com/pp/womens-beach-living-mid-length-swimmini~235384_59.html?bcc=y&action=order_more&sku_0=::HME&CM_MERCH=IDX_women-_-swimsuits-_-shop-by-silhouette-_-bottoms-skirts

Skip the Drama, Stay with Momma

tamberly asked: I just wanna say YOU'RE AWESOME! I'm so glad I found your blog!

Merci! But it’s God. God’s awesome- you know that though :) I prayed for words and knowledge and He gave them! I’m glad to know others like you on Tumblr.  I’ve noticed Tumblr provides far and few between as far as this kind of posting goes.  Thank you for the encouragement- it is warmly felt.

Tiny intro to the Holy Rosary →

This is only a tiny intro because I read this blog (linked in the title above) and HAD to share it right away.
It’s the evening, I’ve got my boys cuddled by me in the living room, and they’re not going to let me write a lengthy entry. (I normally write in the morning before one of them is awake). 

Her blog entry gives a great example of how Catholics are *supposed* to meditate when they pray the Rosary. Unfortunately, many “Catholics” don’t even know how to pray the Rosary, and cannot even tell you what it’s about. 

Many people unfamiliar or just blatantly bigoted towards the Catholic faith will tell you that when we pray the rosary, we are worshipping Mary. 

And that, as we know from my previous post, couldn’t be further from the truth. 

The rosary contains 4 Mysteries of The life of Jesus Christ. (ummm… Not the life of Mary…*cough*) 
There are the: 
Joyful Mysteries 
Sorrowful Mysteries 
Glorious Mysteries 
Luminous Mysteries. 

Each of these mysteries actually contain a set of 5 mysteries within. 
And depending on which type we are praying, those five are what we mediate upon while praying. 

In her blog linked above, she attaches the beatitudes to the Sorrowful Mysteries. 

With each Hail Mary, each Our Father and each Glory Be, we meditate on the scriptural basis- the events in Christ’s life.

For example, the Sorrowful Mysteries are about the: 
1 Jesus’s agony in the garden 
2 the scourging of Jesus at the pillar 
3 the crowning of Jesus with thorns 
4 Jesus carrying the cross 
5 Christ’s crucifixion 

We pray, meditating on these events of Christ’s life all while ALSO bringing to Jesus our struggles and personal prayers for our life and loved ones. 

This is not easy to do. 

To someone standing on the outside of a group of people praying the rosary, it would appear that we are just chanting meaningless repetitive “prayer”. No. We are praying the prayer of the Gospel. 

We are praying the words of the bible WHILE lifting up our own struggles and praises! 
It is emotionally challenging. 

There is SO much to meditate and reflect upon. So when someone tells you that praying the rosary is a shallow, meaningless worshipping of Mary, you are now equipped with a tiny knowledge enough to know that, that person has absolutely no idea what he or she is talking about. 

And now Elmo is over and I have to get my boys to bed.

Here’s some further info: 

http://www.usccb.org/prayer-and-worship/devotionals/rosaries/how-to-pray-the-rosary.cfm 

Prayers of the Rosary 

An inspiring explanation of the Hail Mary

Natasha Bedingfield (Wild Horses) With Ballet Dancer Michaela DePrince - DWTS 2012 (Results) (by AwesomeArtistsLive)

I don’t watch much television.  We purposely do not have cable.  Yes we watch tons of movies, and I’ve definitely got streaming wi-fi.  But we chose not to introduce our children or infest our family life with endless television shows which are hard to monitor if I’ve never seen them before and endless trash commercials.  

However, some evenings, my husband and I enjoy watching American Idol or The Apprentice if we happen to remember which night it shows.  Last night, Craig flipped on the TV, knowing that we had missed American Idol -though now that I think about it, I believe it’s on Wednesdays and Thursdays- and Dancing With the Stars was halfway over.  I’ve never paid much attention to this show, but I was captivated as soon as DWTS started airing the story of this young woman.  

I was deeply moved by her story and am affirmed in my beliefs that adoption is always the better option.  If she had been aborted, there would be no Michaele DePrince to inspire dancers who come from such challenges as she.  What an amazing testimony to life, equality and love.  

On Horoscopes and Other Evils.



I’m a scorpio.  As a teen, I enjoyed sneaking Cosmopolitan, Vogue, and all of those kinds of women’s magazines into my bedroom (my mom never liked me buying them), soaking-in the pages of fashion and latching on to my monthly Horoscope.  
The horoscope would always read something along the lines of this:

As Saturn aligns with Jupiter this month, you will find yourself feeling more inspired to succeed… your love life will flourish… that thing you’ve been worrying about will solve itself…don’t take no for an answer.  Even though you’re a dominant Scorpio, let someone else take the wheel this week….

Yes… I just made all of that up. right now.

I would live out my month, with that horoscope at the back of my mind, actually believing that it could predict some, if not all of the situations I faced. Because, you know, Jupiter and Saturn were aligned after all.  
The next month, I would read my horoscope and realizing I must have done something wrong because of whatever problem that had arisen, I slowly found myself becoming superstitious about things.  

I thought, “if I don’t do this, or I don’t do that, then something bad will happen.”
“If I listen to this song, or if I arrive at this time, or make a wish at 11:11, something good will happen to me.

***

So I’ll just dive right into the problem with this kind of thinking then… as a Christian.  

Christianity teaches us to have no false idols nor to put our faith in magic or spells and to avoid superstition.  

Why is this? I wondered to myself, many years ago.  Is horoscope reading becoming a false idol?  Surely not!
Simple answer:

“I am the Lord your God.”  (First commandment)

By putting even a tiny faith into anything by thinking that it actually has the divine power to alter my life for the better or worse, I am denying God as my Lord.  Note that I use the word divine.  Divine, as in, supernatural: from God. I don’t mean that putting faith into a band-aid to protect a scrape from injury makes it a false god.  Divine power is the focus here.

God is my creator. Not my scorpion horoscope.  
Only God can “giveth and taketh away”.  Not the ladder I just walked under.  

Oh, Carolyn, I don’t actually believe that my horoscope is my God… I am a Christian, I enjoy having a little fun and reading my horoscope now and then.  I don’t take it seriously.” 

Are you sure about that?  If I opened up an umbrella inside your house, would it make you twinge? Why is reading a prophesy from someone other than God amusing to you? To see if it actually comes true?  …and what if it does?  Then you may continue to read your horoscopes each month- just to see, just for fun.   Then, unbeknownst to your initial intentions, you may (or may not, if you’re not particularly introspective) actually discover yourself somewhat depending on what these “harmless” fortune-telling amusements.

The lurking, much darker side to these seemingly harmless amusements is that they are encouraged by the evil one.  As a Christian, it is important to recognize this.  
It’s not comfortable to think about, but it is essential.
 By ignoring evil, or the potential for evil to arise, we are giving the evil one exactly what he wants: sneaking into our lives, infiltrating in the most quiet way possible.  The evil one is the one behind the true events occurring from our horoscope-reading.  Oh yes, that’s right… if you “wish upon a star” and it comes true… who have you given your faith to by that wish?  I read a book by Fr. Thomas Euteneuer (a nationally recognized exorcist) titled Exorcism and the Church Militant which expounds on all of these thoughts in intense detail and depth.  (I may get some flack by referencing Euteneuer amid the scandal that closely followed the publication of his book but I do believe, on this issue he is genuine, although I recognize him to be just as failingly human as the rest of us.)

 By recognizing evil in idolatry, horoscopes, superstition and magic -by acknowledging that it exists-  it renders powerless the devil.  I have read that the devil’s favorite type of evil is the kind that encourages apathy and lukewarmness, ignorance and even the denial of evil altogether.  I believe it was C.S. Lewis’s Screwtape Letters.  

I digress.
Let’s take the superstition thing a step further.

In praying to God, do we find ourself believing that if we forget to pray for someone that then, God won’t help that person?   Do we recite off a list of the people who need cures or help, not ever truly opening our heart to God?  Like a selfish teenager, do we dump our laundry at the bottom of the stairs demanding to our parents that it needs cleaning, and how to clean each article of clothing?  “DO NOT machine-dry that shirt! Wash my jeans by themself!”

Or, do we pray a complete outpouring of our soul, surrendering our strengths, weaknesses, victories and failings- offering God our suffering, our anxieties, our fears, our gifts and talents- giving it all to Him, allowing those people to drift into our prayer out of love and not of a “If I don’t tell God, then it won’t get taken care of”?  
This is what people mean when they say, “offer all that you are up to God”:

You give God complete control.

This takes a great ACT of faith.  Having faith alone is not enough.  One must ACT upon it.  One must spiritually and mentally give God one’s faith. That is difficult. 

I like to materialize it by thinking about Carrie Underwood’s song, Jesus Take the Wheel.  (roll your eyes, whateverrr- it only takes listening to it once for it to stick for a long time) 
By obstinately holding onto the wheel, your arms become exhausted, sore.  They might even break. By holding onto that wheel, by mindlessly reading off that list of prayers, you can’t fully have complete faith in God- even if you profess that you do.

By holding onto that wheel, we are telling God, “I don’t really trust you.”  
By reading a Horoscope “just for fun” or curiosity to see if it comes true, we are telling God, “I don’t have all of my faith in you, I just want to see if this will happen”.
By telling God that we don’t really trust Him, that we can’t let go of that control that we believe we have, we are telling him that we believe that WE have greater power.  

False Idol. Have we created ourself a god?

Too far of a stretch? I don’t think so.  I think I needed to recognize this in my life in order to be able to see and accept  the gifts and graces that God has been trying to shower upon me my whole life.  It only takes the faith of a mustard seed.  tiny.

Again, this brings everything back to only putting our faith, our trust in something which gives Glory to God alone.  Not to a shattered mirror. Not to hanging a wedding ring on a thread and seeing which way it spins to predict the sex of your baby.  

Call me a prude, call me boring. It has no power over me.

 As always, what I have written is merely an introduction, an elementary brief on these topics… there is a world of deeper info out there that is founded in legitimate resources.  If you’re interested to know more, contact me.

The only thing keeping me from looking all-out Katniss Everdeen is the hair bow. Ahh the side braid will never be the same thx to The Hunger Games.

The only thing keeping me from looking all-out Katniss Everdeen is the hair bow. Ahh the side braid will never be the same thx to The Hunger Games.

Probably the Most Beautiful Birth Story Ever →

My friend shared this link with me this morning.  Go on, click on the title, watch the video, if not, at least some of it.

I like photography. I am a passionate pro-lifer. So one could assume that I’d be a fan of photographed births.  But oddly enough, I’m not comfortable with that idea for my own births.  I view giving birth as one of the most intimate events life offers and I ignorantly assume the photographer will take photos of my bum, which of course no one wants to see.
 But this story is one for the documentation.  Not that all births are not.  But this one is more precious to behold because the parents chose life in the face of hearing that their baby is “not compatible with life”, when, as Rick Santorum has shared with media during his presidential campaign, “Almost 100 percent of Trisomy 18 children are encouraged to be aborted”

 This is one of those stories for the opposers who turn the human being into a “thing” touting,  ”IT WON’T HAVE A GOOD LIFE” “WHO WOULD LOVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT?”  ”WHO WOULD WANT TO HAVE THE STRESS OF TAKING CARE OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN THEIR FAMILY?”  ”THEY WOULDN’T HAVE A NORMAL LIFE” “IT’S MORE COMPASSIONATE TO JUST KILL IT.”  ”IT’S BETTER OFF DEAD!”

This story is physical proof of love and faith.  This is a story to say to anyone who can’t get it through their minds that not everything can be controlled by man and that even when the doctors tell us the worst of news, a miracle is still possible.  One only needs to have faith as tiny as a mustard seed. 
How could there be regret in that?

“God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.”  -Jacques Deval

This doctor also delivered my first son. So there I had a very emotional connection to the story. <3
 

Authentic Compassion. →

Authentic Compassion.

 Society has twisted the value of human life into being dispensable as soon as we are seen as having a less-than-happy life i.e., one of suffering. It welcomes “dignified mercy-killing” and abortion out of “compassion”.  Society is losing its grasp on authentic compassion.  
 


“But there is nothing dignified about either euthanasia or suicide, for each declares that life is utterly undignified and disposable.
[…]
Christian charity calls us to embrace opportunities to selflessly care for the weak and vulnerable even though they may never repay our love and kindness.

Likewise, the afflicted must not view their declining self-sufficiency as a diminishment of their worth. Admittedly, it is both humbling and frightening to envision oneself with an addled mind, foul breath, unkempt hair and the most intimate details of daily hygiene being beyond our capabilities. Yet, such images should not drive us to despair.
Rather, we should see this as a transition from doing to being: our purpose in life at that point is to be the recipient of compassion, generosity and love. Our disabilities can be the occasion for another’s sanctity.What greater cause can we serve than enabling holiness in others? How sad if we reject this calling out of either pride or fear.”

This article, written by Denise J. Hunnell, M.D., talks of the beauty and true humanity to be found in pain and suffering and how it calls others to a life of charity, as well as it calls us, the ones suffering, to humbly accept this charity, aware that it can bring sanctifying grace to those who freely give it!  She defines compassion and compares its definition with how so many today have such a warped understanding of what compassion truly is.


The word compassion actually comes from Latin, and means “to suffer together.” We show authentic compassion when we suffer with someone, not when we get rid of him because his suffering makes us uncomfortable. There is no doubt that it is agony for a husband to watch the woman he married fade before his eyes due to physical or mental disease. This infirm woman is far different from the woman he married. Yet this suffering provides an opportunity for heroic generosity. Offering love to this woman who can no longer reciprocate imitates the love of Christ who took our suffering, weaknesses and sins upon His shoulders when He carried the Cross. 

Though what Ms. Hunnell doesn’t delve into, I shall: 


Pieces of the foundation of the perverted perspective on “compassion” can be found in Planned Parenthood’s founder, Margaret Sanger.  She writes in her 1922 book, The Pivot of Civilization:  


“This book aims to be neither the first word on the tangled problems of human society to-day, nor the last. My aim has been to emphasize, by the use of concrete and challenging examples and neglected facts, the need of a new approach to individual and social problems. Its central challenge is that civilization, in any true sense of the word, is based upon the control and guidance of the great natural instinct of Sex. Mastery of this force is possible only through the instrument of Birth Control.
[…] 
Motherhood has been held universally sacred; yet, as Bouchacourt pointed out, “to-day, the dregs of the human species, the blind, the deaf-mute, the degenerate, the nervous, the vicious, the idiotic, the imbecile, the cretins and the epileptics—are better protected than pregnant women.” The syphilitic, the irresponsible, the feeble-minded are encouraged to breed unhindered, while all the powerful forces of tradition, of custom, or prejudice, have bolstered up the desperate effort to block the inevitable influence of true civilization in spreading the principles of independence, self-reliance, discrimination and foresight upon which the great practice of intelligent parenthood is based.

To-day we are confronted by the results of this official policy. There is no escaping it; there is no explaining it away. Surely it is an amazing and discouraging phenomenon that the very governments that have seen fit to interfere in practically every phase of the normal citizen’s life, dare not attempt to restrain, either by force or persuasion, the moron and the imbecile from producing his large family of feeble-minded offspring.
[…]
But there is a point at which philanthropy may become positively dysgenic, when charity is converted into injustice to the self-supporting citizen, into positive injury to the future of the race. Such a point, it seems obvious, is reached when the incurably defective are permitted to procreate and thus increase their numbers.
[…] 
At the present moment, we are offered three distinct and more or less mutually exclusive policies by which civilization may hope to protect itself and the generations of the future from the allied dangers of imbecility, defect and delinquency. No one can understand the necessity for Birth Control education without a complete comprehension of the dangers, the inadequacies, or the limitations of the present attempts at control, or the proposed programs for social reconstruction and racial regeneration. It is, therefore, necessary to interpret and criticize the three programs offered to meet our emergency. These may be briefly summarized as follows:

(1) Philanthropy and Charity: This is the present and traditional method of meeting the problems of human defect and dependence, of poverty and delinquency. It is emotional, altruistic, at best ameliorative, aiming to meet the individual situation as it arises and presents itself. Its effect in practise is seldom, if ever, truly preventive. Concerned with symptoms, with the allaying of acute and catastrophic miseries, it cannot, if it would, strike at the radical causes of social misery. At its worst, it is sentimental and paternalistic. (1)

These words, written by the founder of the largest abortion business in America, have been echoed and expounded on by many others before, and certainly after Sanger.  The idea that the weak, the feeble-minded and the moron class should be eliminated and squashed out through the sterilization of those within that class is the worst kind of eugenic and discriminatory ideology available.

“Well, certainly, I am not feeble-minded, so this type of thinking has nothing to do with me anyway!” we’ll all say.   

How can you be sure?  How can you be certain that you, you with your family history of breast cancer, of depression or “nervous disorders”, of arthritis, or because you did not have the privilege of attending a higher education program, YOU are not considered part of the “weaker race”, the degenerates, the “incurably defective” as Sanger coins throughout her entire life’s works?  

Her idea of compassion would be to sterilize you with the sexually liberating Birth Control Pill, so that you don’t reproduce that kind of “weed” into society.  
This ideology twists compassion to the complete upside down:  ”I don’t want to take care of you and you can’t possibly WANT to continue making me take care of you, so let’s relieve us all of your life and of your future children.”
 
Sanger dedicates chapter 5 of The Pivot of Civilization to “The Cruelty of Charity”: 

Even if we accept organized charity at its own valuation, and grant that it does the best it can, it is exposed to a more profound criticism. It reveals a fundamental and irremediable defect. Its very success, its very efficiency, its very necessity to the social order, are themselves the most unanswerable indictment. Organized charity itself is the symptom of a malignant social disease.”

Sanger describes that through this “Christian type of charity” the weak and degenerate are allowed to live on, sucking the life and resources out of a much more worthy society.  

As nearly crazy as that may sound to many (I tried to describe Sanger’s ideology to a family member who absolutely rejected that it couldn’t be possibly accepted in society today),  we see it vividly, erected in inner cities across the United States:

“PLANNED PARENTHOOD: A reason for being.”

A society devoid of love and authentic compassion may freely objectify any human being it deems as unworthy, unwanted, or without reason for being, regardless of what proof science may provide us.  

it’s just a fetus, not a human being, just a clump of cells“ 

And here we are today, with a governmental administration staunchly in support of such an ideology.  It’s real folks. 

(1) Pivot of Civilization source: http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1689/1689-h/1689-h.htm

Do Catholics Worship Mary??? →

“We honor Mary and the saints because we are struck with delight and awe at the wonderful things God has done for them. As the moon reflects the sun, so the Virgin and saints reflect the light of Christ. Without him they are nothing. With him they have become divinized–sons and daughters of the Almighty Father.” 

The title link gives a beautiful explanation on the old, worn-out accusation “WHY DO CATHOLICS WORSHIP MARY?!?!?”  And believe me, it is OLD.

A.  I’m a Catholic.  I do not worship Mary.  Someone who worships Mary is not Catholic. In fact, a person who worships Mary is not even a Christian.

B. Catholics worship God alone.  For someone to say that we worship any one other than God the Almighty Father can only imply that they know nothing about Catholicism.

The author is exactly correct in stating, without Him (GOD), Mary and the saints are nothing. Nothing.  

Having read the article, I also wish to state that it is NOT necessary to have a full understanding of the Blessed Mother or the saints in order to be Catholic.  Praying the Rosary is not some law that Catholics MUST do or else they’re excommunicated.  (the Rosary, by the way is a prayer straight from the Gospel.)

One can be Catholic and not give thought to any of the saints.  

But that Catholic would be missing out on the depth of God himself!  God has given us these people to look to as human examples of our faith.  Jesus IS enough.  But, Jesus, after all, is God. God is perfect.  As a human, striving for perfection, I fall.  I stumble.  A ton.  It is easy to be discouraged, knowing that I am only human.  But I look to the saints as my family of strong Christians, who, in the face of sin, as a faulty human being, always came to Jesus.  They are my support team, my brothers and sisters in arms for Christ.  There are thousands of holy men and women who’ve lived a beautiful life in Christ; who’ve turned away from sin, who’ve changed their lives, who suffered pain and sorrow all for Christ. 
Those people, those saints help encourage me to stay the course to Christ.  
No, they’re not some idol to be worshipped.  They only exist because of Christ! 

They bring me to Christ.  I was in a whirlpool of depression, growing further and further away from God, when I started reading about Blessed John Paul the Great.  Reading about his life, his struggles, his strength in Christ, brought me running back to Jesus.

These men and women help me to realize I’m not the “ONLY ONE” suffering or struggling; and that many, many, many have experienced very similar, if not the same struggles I have.  I only have to read about those people and how their faith carried them always to Jesus.  If one is curious enough to read about the lives of the saints, or to actually read their writings (ummm… Saints Matthew, Mark, Luke or John anyone???) they write about God, FOR GOD.  

Such a wonderful family in Christ we have!  Such a wealth of wisdom we have, in combination with tradition and the Holy Word.  There is so much more to know!   

Good Friday →

Today is the most solemnly lived day of the year, for Christians.
Good Friday is when we meditate on the passion and crucifixion of our lord, Jesus Christ.

Many have asked me why it seems that Catholics, in particular, nearly obsess over Jesus’ death when we know He is risen.

To put it simply, we take very seriously and solemnly the Passion of our Lord because to ignore it would be to cheapen what Christ sacrificed for us.
We, the sinners, spat on Him. We stripped Him of his clothes. We whipped Him. We beat Him, kicked him, shoved Him. We took His dignity. We de-valued His humanity. We denied Him as our King. We crucified Him.
Because of his Passion, we can fully understand what we do to the One who LOVES us each and every time we sin against Him.

So we remember this day with intense mourning. If you’ve ever watched Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ, it really puts the Bible into our head in a vivid way: we can try in some small way to visualize Jesus’ pain and humiliation… for our sake.

At any time, Jesus could have stood up and said, “NOT MY BODY!” and chose to lash out at those who opposed him, sending them to hell. But He didn’t …He made the faith-filled, noble choice.
But He instead said, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

What compassion He had for us, even until the hour of His death on the cross. He didn’t think of Himself, but of us.

The Catholic church does not celebrate Mass this day. There is a service held, where we read the Bible and the Lord’s Passion. The people in the congregation participate by reading aloud the words of the crowds during Jesus’ persecution; “CRUCIFY HIM!”
Doing this really brings me into a humble place, shamefully feeling the indignant ignorance in which the crowd sadly engaged before their Lord.

After the Biblical readings we venerate the cross. The word here is venerate, not worship. We “revere with great respect” the cross on which our Savior sacrificed His precious life for you and me.
When we kneel before the Cross, we do it with Christ in our heart, mind, soul and body.

And even more moving is witnessing what our priest and deacon do. They lay prostrate before the cross.
Laying prostrate is akin to today’s joke of “planking”: completely flat, on stomach, with face into the dirt.
This is no joke. This is not funny. This is our respected priest, completely submitting himself in a very humbling way to Christ, as if to say, “I am not even worthy to approach this cross that merely represents your suffering”

How emotional this ceremony is to witness. There is no music today only brief chanting of Biblical hymns.
The alter, indeed the whole church, is stripped of all its decorations, flowers, hangings and tapestries.

At noon until 3 the entire church, and families at home remain silent, praying, working, reading, or just sitting in reflection. For at 3pm is when the Lord died on the cross. This is the hour of mercy. Mercy, that was given to US.

And we wait.

This waiting, and mourning brings intense joy- for me, to the point of tears- on Easter Sunday, when we enter an elaborately decorated, flowered, perfumed and beautifully lit sanctuary, representing Christ’s resurrection and the redeeming beauty of His forgiveness of our sins.

What a deeply beautiful, beautiful experience in which to be involved.

Once more Pilate went out and said to them,
Look, I am bringing him out to you,
so that you may know that I find no guilt in him.”

So Jesus came out,
wearing the crown of thorns and the purple cloak.
And he said to them, “Behold, the man!”
When the chief priests and the guards saw him they cried out,
“Crucify him, crucify him!”
Pilate said to them,
“Take him yourselves and crucify him.
I find no guilt in him.”
The Jews answered,
“We have a law, and according to that law he ought to die,
because he made himself the Son of God.”
John 19:4-7

The descriptions I have given representing Holy Week are elementary at best. There is MORE to know, believe it or not!

Please visit these websites for deeper, more intelligent explanations of these celebrations, if you’re interested:

http://www.usccb.org/bible/readings/040612.cfm
http://www.news.va/en/news/pope-come-triduum-the-hour-of-christ
http://www.catholic.org/clife/lent/friday.php
http://www.newadvent.org/

Sometimes, doing a Google search on Catholic/Christian subjects brings up inaccurate representations of our faith. These, I know to be accurate.

Pope Benedict XVI's Holy Thursday Homily →

His words are BEAUTIFUL. I read this in mind with everything for which I fight. “it is not my will- MY PLEASURE, MY CHOICE, MY BODY- but Your will, o God.”

“The stance of Adam was: not what you, O God, have desired; rather, I myself want to be a god. This pride is the real essence of sin. We think we are free and truly ourselves only if we follow our own will. God appears as the opposite of our freedom. We need to be free of him – so we think – and only then will we be free. This is the fundamental rebellion present throughout history and the fundamental lie which perverts life. When human beings set themselves against God, they set themselves against the truth of their own being and consequently do not become free, but alienated from themselves. We are free only if we stand in the truth of our being, if we are united to God. Then we become truly “like God” – not by resisting God, eliminating him, or denying him. In his anguished prayer on the Mount of Olives, Jesus resolved the false opposition between obedience and freedom, and opened the path to freedom. Let us ask the Lord to draw us into this “yes” to God’s will, and in this way to make us truly free. Amen.”

Easter Triduum →

Tonight, on Holy Thursday,  begins the Easter Triduum.  This evening is called Maundy Thursday because it is when we recall Jesus washing the disciples’ feet and it is the Vigil of Good Friday (when we recall the Lord’s Passion).

The Holy Triduum is- to me -the most spiritually and emotionally moving three days of the year.
Our Bible readings recall Jesus washing his disciples’ feet.  
WHY on earth would God stoop to wash the feet of a “wretch like me”?  Because he loves. He loves ME. and all who follow Him.  He calls us to serve others just as he did for his disciples.  

So, in the Catholic church, and in many other Christian churches, we recall this humbling sign of love our God served us with.  

In the evening, during the Mass of the Lord’s Supper, usually after the Homily, Catholic priests all over the world, wash the feet of (usually) 12 parishioners (church members).  

The people chosen can be anyone, but normally they try to pick those who represent the different parts of our community: teachers, healthcare workers, government officials, new members or those seeking full communion with the Catholic church (baptism or confirmation) etc.

This is a powerful thing to witness- watching our priest bent over, washing the feet of each person.  Often I see him sweating as he takes care to wash and dry the feet of each member.  I’ve never had my feet washed, but I’d assume it’s even more powerful to experience, watching a holier person than myself wash my sinning feet! Just imagine if we were Simon Peter! 

“Master, are you going to wash my feet?”
Jesus answered and said to him,
“What I am doing, you do not understand now,
but you will understand later.”
Peter said to him, “You will never wash my feet.”
Jesus answered him,
“Unless I wash you, you will have no inheritance with me.”
Simon Peter said to him,
“Master, then not only my feet, but my hands and head as well.”
Jesus said to him,
“Whoever has bathed has no need except to have his feet washed,
for he is clean all over;
so you are clean, but not all.”
For he knew who would betray him;
for this reason, he said, “Not all of you are clean.”
John 13:6-11 


What a beautiful way to enter into the Easter season!  

I write of Holy Week hoping to remind us that Easter is not just another humdrum holiday.  
Like, oh, I’m just going along, doing my egg-painting and candy-buying and OOP! It’s Easter! All of the sudden! And the next day we are throwing away our eggs and candy wrappers and carrying on like nothing happened but a lot of eating and egg-hunting.
 No, that would be to cheapen what Easter is!  Easter is much deeper than that!  
Of course we celebrate with family and eat yummy food- we just spent 40 days in the desert!  BUT…
Lent- the 40 days before this week are a time of preparation- of sacrifice, repentance, service and personal reflection. This week is the INTENSE and final preparation.
It, just like Christmas, is not just some day that passes by.  It is a season!   

If you didn’t know this, that’s okay- you know now! And we continue to celebrate Easter, the resurrection of Jesus Christ our King every day, in each Mass, with joy and faith in our hearts!  Join and participate!  HERE is another great resource if anyone is interested to know more.

The above link gives the Church’s Bible readings for tonight’s Mass.  
Here is a piece from  John 13:12-15


“So when he had washed their feet
and put his garments back on and reclined at table again,
he said to them, “Do you realize what I have done for you?
You call me ‘teacher’ and ‘master,’ and rightly so, for indeed I am.
If I, therefore, the master and teacher, have washed your feet,
you ought to wash one another’s feet.
I have given you a model to follow,
so that as I have done for you, you should also do.”

Bible Readings for Holy Wednesday →

What I write about are things that I think about all day, every day, all night- sleeping and waking.
I’m not joking, I’m not exaggerating.

Aside from taking care of our children, feeding everyone and minimally maintaining our house (I’m pathetic at it), this is my passion and these issues are where my mind turns to in each and every idol moment I have. And that may explain my pathetic household tendencies: I should be doing laundry right now.

I read. And read and read and READ.
Articles, news stories, essays, blogs and books. When I’m not reading about these things, I’m thinking about them.

And when I have the moment I’m having right now, I write.

I do not have many close to me who are constantly wanting to talk about these issues as I do. In fact, most, if not all of my extended family do not agree with me and wont even breech the subject period! And some who do share similar beliefs easily tire of the subject. I do have a handful of close loved ones who openly discuss with me- and often! But I yearn to hear from more! So here is where I go to talk and share.

Today, however, I am tired! Weary even, I suppose… Just tired that I CAN’T even NOT think about these things.
I go to sleep, with the last thing I’ve read or written in my head, I sleep lightly, conscious that I’m still thinking about the issue, and wake up searching for the next resources to draw upon to help form deeper thoughts.

This morning, I woke up, checked FB cause don’t most of us? I get a lot of my news from the companies and organizations I enjoy by being a “fan” of them, thus inserting their news onto my feed.

But I also enjoy reading about what my real friends are doing.

This morning I was kind of disgusted.
My newsfeed was filled with literally 10 stories of :
“So-and-so read an article: SNOOKI LOST WEIGHT, BUT HAS SHE GONE TOO FAR?”
And “TV STAR GOES TO PRISON”
And “TV STAR’S RACY NEW PHOTOS”

I wonder to myself, why is this junk seemingly (according to how FB documents our actions that we share) more important to people than what is happening to our society, to what is going on in our nation? I know that FB only shares a fraction of the reality of our life and what we do or care about. But I guess, today I am pouncing on the apparent evidence.  

Why is it I CANNOT turn my brain off- irritatingly and exhaustingly so- and others don’t seem to even think of it, or of anything else worldly?  We say we believe this or that, but have we really learned it?  And why would we leave questions unanswered?  Especially the important ones!? 

Today I literally have a headache from the ideas and words and stories tumbling over and over inside my head, like a cascading mountain of heavy books! 
I am no great writer by any means, but to anyone who writes… how can I shut my brain down?  Just for a day… for an hour?

I dunno. But today I’m tired so I’ll just share the readings for Holy Wednesday.

The first reading resounded with me very well and made my heart lighter.
Here is part of it:


The Lord GOD is my help,
therefore I am not disgraced;
I have set my face like flint,
knowing that I shall not be put to shame.
He is near who upholds my right;
if anyone wishes to oppose me,
let us appear together.
Who disputes my right?
Let him confront me.
See, the Lord GOD is my help;
who will prove me wrong?

      Is 50:7-9