Happy Mother’s Day for the woman that is not the mother…

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Today may be a day that is your least favorite day of the year.  Mother’s Day.

Maybe you even feel a little guilty for not liking the day because you had an amazing mom.

Perhaps you have siblings, friends, or cousins that are AMAZING moms but you are not a mom.

Perhaps you are not a mom because a baby was just never given to you.

And you feel.

Well, you may not know how to feel but you know that you feel.  Deeply.

Perhaps you are not a mom by choice.

Yet your eyes wander the world on this day and see other women celebrated.  And this makes you feel.

You don’t know how it makes you feel.  But it does.

Perhaps you were a mom and then your babies or children were taken from you.  Too soon.  And now you, the mom, are a mom forever and always but you don’t have your baby to say on this day, “YOU ARE MY MOM!”

And this makes you feel.

On this day, ladies, all I can say is that every beautiful trait of YOU is wrapped into a beautiful box and displayed with the grandeur of the perfect woman.

You are that woman.

That beautiful treasure that is perfect just the way she is.

Strong.

Resilient.

A fighter.

A lover.

A giver.

A friend.

A woman.

A woman who makes our world a more beautiful place.

You make this world a place where I can travel with my daughters and say, “Look!  You are perfect for who you are!”

You, dear woman, are the reason that my daughter will walk tall and strong and proud.  Because who knows what her one day will hold.

Maybe it will hold children.  Maybe it will not.  Maybe it will hold a husband.  Maybe it will not.  Maybe it will hold loss.  Maybe it will not.

But when she looks about this world, she needs to see YOU.

She needs to see that one day — SHE IS ENOUGH as the woman that she is.  Because she is fearfully and wonderfully made!

So, today, on Mother’s Day, Ladies, I would like to say “Thank you” to you.  Because of you, I can point to my daughters and say “Look at this woman and see what she has done!  The world is stronger and more creative, beautiful, and kind because of her.  Be like her!”

And my daughters will go to bed remembering all that you are…

The woman that makes our world a better place.

 

Mom’s Are…

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So, it’s the week that we celebrate mothers.  Are you one?  Do you have one?  Is there someone in your life that has acted as one?

If you answered yes to the above, you are probably gearing up to celebrate that special lady or be celebrated yourself!

And this is how my son has chosen to celebrate me:  With his words.

Prepare for Mommy humor 😉

“Mommy, why do you have big boobies and a big tummy,” my 5-year-old came up to me and asked, patting my squishy tummy.

“I have these things because I am a mommy,” I replied.

“AWESOME,” he proclaimed.

Melt my heart…

And now for more.

He then proceeded to trail behind me like a little duckling as I lit a candle in the next room (I love the smell of candles in my home, covers the stench of stinky children — smile and wink).

“What makes fire, Mommy,” he asked.

“A big explosion,” I lied yet replied.

“AWESOME,” he proclaimed for the second time in the last minute, “like volcanoes!”

And that’s when a smile came to my face.

He thought the bodily aspects of me were awesome.  He thought the explosion of fire was awesome.  And that has brought me to this conclusion:

Mommies and Volcanoes are awesome.

Happy Mother’s Day, you awesome volcanoes!

Becoming Diaper Free…Finally??? A potty blog for parents!

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Okay—I have an 11-year old.  She is diaper free.

Max is nearly 5.  He is diaper free.

Josephine is approaching 3 and 1/2.   As of last night, she is officially diaper free!

That’s old.  You may state.

That’s okay.  Another may add.

To both and each their own.

My little 3 year old is hilarious.  She has been advanced in walking and talking and eating and singing and bravery and living…

And not in pooping.  On the potty.

So much so that she would go for up and past 10 days, sometimes, without plopping a single drop.

One time, her constipation actually made her sick.  The doctor said—she just needs to poop.  Are you giving her anything to help her poop?

We were.  We had tried everything.  Foods, drinks, medicines…Bribery.  Tears.  Pulling out our hair.  And she still refused to poop.

Finally we had to goose the girl with a very uncomfortable czopek before she produced the results we needed — and her body immediately began to recover and heal.

Well—finally we were diaper free for pee and since she only pooped every 3-11 days, she would just tell us when she had to go.  Easy peasy pudding and pie…

Then our last pull-up disappeared one evening and we were too lazy to run to the store for more.

Josephine cried.

We cried.  (Ours, however, tears of ka-ching in our pockets—NO MORE DIAPER MONEY NEEDED)

And we refused to run and buy her a diaper.  Even when she had to potty.

Which, in our lives, was actually a really freaky thing.  We didn’t want her to be constipated.  We did not want her in pain.  We did not want to have to take her to the doctor or give her another czopek (glycerin tablet up the pupa).  We just wanted our little gal to be free.

Several days have passed since her last poopy—nerves were beginning in my mommy heart when last night—around 1am, I heard her cry out.

“Mommy, I need to pee!”

I ran into her room, raced her into the bathroom, and there she did.  HER FIRST EVER POOPY on the potty.

We immediately woke up daddy.  I am not sure he was as thrilled due to the insanely late hour of night—AND TODAY SHE RECEIVED A KINDER EGG!

A surprise for her surprise.

My friends.  If your children are a lot like my Josephine and have severe trouble pooping on the potty, please know that you are not alone.

It is a VERY hard road to walk down.

To some, it may seem like just a poop.  But to those of us in the situation, it is more that just a poop.  It is the health and well-being of our child…as well as sanity of our souls.

Give yourself a break.  Give your child a break.  And endure with great patience/pain and pray for the poop.

It’s okay to pray for the poop…

Just like it’s okay to cry when diapers are no longer in the budget 😉

Eyebrows Make A Man…

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Okay, we have had a lot of laughs on this particular blog site about eyebrows.  I, alone, am a living, walking, talking, breathing eyebrow failure of a woman.  BUT TODAY…today it was all about a lesson my son was teaching my youngest daughter.  And, I am willing to bet, it’s a lesson that YOU, AS WELL, didn’t even know 😉

Maxwell (age 4), sitting at our lovely farmhouse renovated table, messy hair, and slightly hoarse morning voice, eating the “talking” cereal with his little sister, GoGo Bean (aka Josephine Diane), looked excitedly at her and proclaimed, “JOSEPHINE!!!!!  You’re growing EYEBROWS!  Soon you’re going to turn into a MAN!”

And as excited as he was for Josephine to turn into a man, this newfound knowledge did not sit as well with his 3-year-old sister who then proceed to cry, “I DON’T WANT EYEBROWS!”

Entertainment abounds, my friends…

Even in the art of eyebrows!

POZNAN – Keeping Faith Away From Home [PIC]

Enjoy the beautiful read by Memory about my favorite place on earth 🙂

“Be you a guest just passing through town or a regular attendee at PIC, no one is left out – the ambience at PIC glorifies a God that is impartial to all.”

MOWANDERLUST

The Poznan International Church [PIC] is a community of diverse individuals with vibrant personalities & kind heart from all walks of life. PIC has attendees from all over the world & it so happens to be my home, away from home. The church is a family of individuals with hearts hungry for God, ready to serve, educate & lighten the burdens of others where they can – whilst celebrating the very name that bring us all together, “GOD”.

The PIC slogan is COME|GROW|SERVE|GO

The people I’ve met at PIC are warm & inviting. People have come & gone, friendships formed & flourished. Being part of a group so diverse & resilient in its quest to glorify God, being surrounded by individuals so eager to carry out His will & make it known to all – Is truly humbling.

In the church, we continue to experience each other by sharing culture…

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Does anyone else out there have that husband problem????

Okay, seriously…Like I may be 41—but in my mind I am still some smoking hot babe…41 in wisdom, 25 in beauty and 18 in youth!

And then I go to my mirror…and I’m like 41???  51????  WHO IS THIS WOMAN?!

Reality registers.  Oh, yes.  It’s me.  Brooke Heidi.  I know me.  I have been me for a whole lotta years now.

Then I go into the other room and fresh out of the shower comes some man.  He has a lot of wisdom in his hair—which, in my wife-y opinion, makes him even WAY WAY WAY hotter!

And then he is dressed to the 9.  LIKE HIS STYLE IS SO AWESOME.  And he is just like, “Who me?  Oh, I just got out of the shower.  No big deal.”

It’s like a magazine cover walked into my home and here I sit—FEELING 18, THINKING 25 Hot Babe, and LOOKING like the extinct dinosaur.

How is it, Women?

Does anyone else out there have that husband problem—or is it just me?

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Now some of you may say, “But, Brooke, you haven’t changed at all.”

STOP RIGHT THERE!

I’m not sure I take that as a compliment anymore.

Have I always been this frumpy?  This messy?  This wildly out of control?

Has this always been me?

Have I been blind sighted by my own wild imagination?

HAS MY MIRROR BEEN LYING TO ME ALL OF THESE YEARS???

So with those words, I shrug them off and say…

It’s all my husband’s fault.

Isn’t that the mantra of marriage anyway????

(Smile, smile…wink, wink!)

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With that humor, I’ll sign off and say HAVE A GREAT DAY!

xoxo always,

The true half of crazy (B)

Week 8: Education ahoy! Part 1: Adelyne’s Village Life

Hello my amazingly LOVELY Crazy followers! I know that I write on the less than seldom side anymore, but this year, I am trying to focus on a parental/wisdom thing. Yes, it’s mainly a great difficulty, knowing how crazy I am…but I am persevering, nonetheless! I hope, however, that you’ll enjoy the posts that I am writing at Missions 52 this year! They are meant to encourage you and your children/together in growth and faith and love of God! This particular post is about our daughter Adelyne and her education in Poland. It’s a fun read! Enjoy … please stop back by … and share with your friends! xoxo always, Brooke (the definite half of crazy)

Missions 52!

14379797_10154702193039050_5102717046323087319_oAt what lengths do your children travel for their education?

There are so many of us all over the world BEYOND blessed to receive an education that is convenient, public, and good.

My decade plus 1 daughter, Adelyne, absolutely loves her school. With all that she is, she loves it. She loves going. Daily she returns with smiles. And she can hardly wait for the next day. Sick days are only thrilling at first, and then torture as she misses her school and all of her friends.

The best part? It’s literally next door. About 300 meters away.

Adelyne’s school is a very small village school. From preschool through grade 8, there are approximately 150 students. There is so little space at her school that, at times, depending on your classroom, you have to travel through two other classes to make your way to the back of your classroom. It’s…

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