The consequences could be serious.

But it’s difficult for my very smart son to fully grasp that.

All he knows is that he’s sick of doing chest therapy, breathing treatments, taking handfuls of vitamins and eating healthy. Who could blame him?

He just wants to be a “normal” teenager. And to him, being “normal” doesn’t include any of the above.

Micah doesn’t completely realize it, but his life without his cystic fibrosis medicine is not one he’d enjoy. For 13 years, God has used caring doctors and amazing medications to keep my beautiful boy breathing deeply. He plays baseball. Rarely misses school. Makes straight A’s.

I want to keep him well. And so, I’ve had to be willing to feel rotten:

Micah: Why, why do you make me do this? How would you feel if you had to do this?! Why do you even care if I do my medicine? I’ll be the one to pay the price!

But the price could be so much higher than he realizes.

Me: I make you do your medicine because I love you. I give you consequences for not doing it because I love you.

Micah: Well, it sure doesn’t feel like love! If you loved me, you wouldn’t nag me all the time! You wouldn’t make me do this! You hate me!

Me: Micah, I know you’re really mad at me. That’s okay. You can even not like me very much.  I’m willing to take that. But just take your medicine!

Each time this scenario plays out, my heart is pumping and I’m on the verge of tears.

I don’t like being the “bad” guy.

It goes against every (recovering) “people-pleasing” fiber of my being.

The idea of love evokes warm, happy feelings.

The reality of love with our children is that sometimes we feel awful and misunderstood.

The idea of love suggests deep closeness.

The reality of love means that we have to be willing to accept feeling isolated from them at times. Pushed away. Disliked. Labeled “the enemy.” 

After 16 years of parenting, I’ve learned to accept the reality of love. Because that’s the kind of love that provides true healing.

I think about how I have a Parent who does things that sometimes don’t make sense to me either: 

My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts, says the Lord.
And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.
For just as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so my ways are higher than your ways
and my thoughts higher than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:8-9

And, though, I don’t always understand His ways, I know His love is real. And for my ultimate good.

Even though it sometimes hurts.

Recently, a friend’s husband encouraged me with these words: “Remember, Melinda, one day, the ‘bad guy’ will become the ‘good guy.’”

That day may be a long way off, but when it comes, it will feel great.

by Lindsey Bell, Guest Blogger

I love the idea of an easy button, don’t you?

Your one-and-a-half year old won’t eat anything except chicken nuggets or macaroni and cheese? That’s okay. Just press the easy button, and he’ll dig into that steamed broccoli.

Your four-year-old refuses to stay in bed at night and you’re about to lose it? Again, no problem. Just push the easy button, and he’ll drift off to sleep in seconds.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

Unfortunately, there is no easy button included with your newborn.

My oldest child is four-and-a-half (and yes, the bedtime battle is a common problem in our home), so I’m clearly no parenting expert.

But I have learned a thing or two about handling difficult days. Here are 10 things that have helped me start over when the day begins badly:

1. Take a “Mommy Time Out.”

Make sure your kids are in a safe place. Then lock yourself in the bathroom for a few minutes. Or better yet…ask your spouse or friend to watch the kids for an hour while you decompress. You’ll come back feeling like a new woman and ready for whatever tantrum your child chooses to throw your way.

2. Take a deep breath.

When your child is melting down because he dropped his favorite toy in the toilet, what might you ask him to do? Take a deep breath and relax. It works for a preschooler, but it also works for us. Sure, taking a deep breath won’t make the difficulties disappear, but it will help you remain calm as you handle them.

3. Learn to laugh.

A few weeks ago, my four-year-old caught the flu. After cleaning up vomit and washing who knows how many loads of laundry and disinfecting the entire house, I was exhausted. The sick child was in bed, so I anticipated getting some rest myself…

Nope. As I bathed my toddler, he decided to fill the tub with something that should be reserved for diapers or toilets. My husband was working late so I sent him this text: “Yep. Caden just pooped in the tub. That seems about right.” I laughed aloud as I sent the text.

That laughter, strangely enough, took the drudgery out of disinfecting the tub…again. It’s amazing what a laugh can do to your mood.

4. Expect tantrums.

One thing I’ve learned is that with children, things rarely go as planned. If I expect the day to go perfectly, something will probably spoil it. On the other hand, if I expect a few random meltdowns, I won’t be as upset when they inevitably come my way.

Granted, you don’t want to become an “Eeyore,” who always expects a rain cloud. But you do want to be realistic. Kids get tired. They get hungry. And they whine. It’s normal. Expect it.

5. Change your atmosphere.

If things aren’t going well at home, take a trip to the donut shop or the local mall. Or maybe just head outdoors. There’s nothing like a change of scenery to change a mood. (Plus, who doesn’t love a good donut?)

6. Treat yourself.

There are some mornings when only chocolate will do. Combine this tip with Tip #1, and you’re guaranteed a good day!

Let’s talk: What do you do when your day begins badly?

About Lindsey Bell:

Lindsey Bell is the author of Searching for Sanity, a parenting devotional that will be released in January 2014. She’s also a stay-at-home mother of two, minister’s wife, and blogger. You can find Lindsey online at any of the following locations:

Her blog: www.lindsey-bell.com

Her website: www.lindseymbell.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/LindseyMBell

Facebook: www.facebook.com/AuthorLindseyBell

Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/LindseyMBell01

by LaToya Edwards, MOMtor Contributor

We’re so thrilled to welcome LaToya on board on one of our Regular MOMtor Contributors! LaToya is on the Moms Together team with me (Melinda) and a very dear of friend of ours. She is sweet and vulnerable, yet has a strength and tenacity that inspires us both. We know you’ll love her:

Before I became a mom I was a very selfish person.

The only person that I cared about was myself. All my decisions were based on what I needed or wanted in that moment. Very rarely did I stop to consider the consequences of my actions past the day I made the choice. I was young and stupid and invincible (or so I thought). 

The moment I decided that I wanted to become a mom, I started thinking about someone other than myself.  It’s a strange transformation that you go through when someone else becomes more important to you than yourself. I wanted to eat right and exercise. I went with natural births, cloth diapers and breastfeeding because it was the best that I could do for my children.

Motherhood is absolutely a job of sacrifice. I suffered through 6.5 months of never-ending sickness with both my pregnancies. I ate even when I didn’t want to. That was a sacrifice. Getting up every two hours to nurse my growing baby was a sacrifice. Putting my career plans on hold to mother my boys has been a sacrifice.

I used to think that sacrifice was a terrible thing. That it was only about giving up something for someone else without anything in return.

These past seven years as a mommy have shown me the err in my thinking. Sacrifice is all about love.

When I choose to save money for a trip to the museum with my boys instead of buying a new outfit I’m telling my boys that I love them more than stuff.

When I choose to read one more story at bedtime instead of rushing my boys to bed so I can watch TV I’m telling them that they are important to me.

Moms, on those days when it seems like nothing is going your way press on. When if feels like nothing you do matters, it does. When you feel like you have nothing left to give and it’s only 10AM, dig a little deeper. Every single sacrifice that you make matters, it shows your children just how much you love them.

“Greater love hath no mom than this, that she lay down her life for her children.” John 15:13 {emphasis mine}

LaToya Edwards is a single, homeschooling mom of two bouncing boys. She lives for the quiet moments of the day which are few and far between with two rambunctious young men running around the house. She strives each day to life fully for God and although she often falls short she is determined to stay the course. She wants to encourage women to follow God’s direction for their lives no matter the circumstances. LaToya is a contributor to a variety of mom and homeschool websites. She blogs at LaToyaEdwards.net.

Mother’s Day 1996 was a rough one.

Max was 2 1/2, Paul was 11 months old.

I was one tired, little bird.

A few things completely escaped my existence: sleep, time alone and a mental capacity passed the age of a 10-year-old. Postpartum Depression stole more than a few, long months of rational thinking from that year.

My fog was starting to lift. Life seemed better. Doable. The sun was finally shining rather than just bothering my eyes.

Emerging out of that darkness only happened when I (through the insistence of my husband) got some serious help. What we learned during that time was transferred to subsequent pregnancies. The hurt eventually subsided.

My mommy guilt was a whole other ball of wax.

Why didn’t I get help sooner?

How was this going to affect my relationships in the long run?

Did I hurt my babies somehow by not being 100% available?

The answers were simply: Don’t know. No. And no. It would have been nice to know that then……….but I suppose the journey of finding those answers was equally as important.

It made Mother’s Day simple.

Some people wanted to travel the world – I wanted to travel to the grocery store alone.

Some wished for riches – I wished for a shower long enough to shave my legs—completely.

Some folks desired to be more productive – I longed for the ability to just complete sentences.

When Ben brought me to our usual park with the boys on that Mother’s Day, I started to wonder how this was any gift……I came here practically everyday. 

“Here’s your Mother’s Day present,” Ben said.

There they were.

Five of of them…….

in a cute little stack, all fresh and lovely.

Magazines. Ones I had never seen. Ones that I had pinched pennies at the grocery store NOT buying.

“Go sit way over there”, he said as he pointed to a bench where neither of my children could recognize me. “I’ll play with them here while you read them.”

Heaven.

Pure heaven.

Uninterrupted time to indulge in something mindless. That’s what I needed.

As I sat there flipping through the magazines with all their pretty, perfect pictures of houses I’ll never walk in, recipes that I will never cook, places I will never go, it hit me.

I have it all. Right over there under the monkey bars. People who love me….who get me. 100% acceptance and love.

Five magazines later I was ready for the cranky little pumpkins that had been playing in the park.

They were hungry, tired and sweaty.

Mother’s Day was over.

That’s ok.  They were the reason for the whole celebration — now and every Mother’s Day.

“Why would you want to go to a baseball game on Mothers’ Day?!”

My teenage daughter was completely and totally baffled.

Me: “Well, I know everyone will be happy there. And that will make me happy.”

My daughter: “Okay, well, I guess it’s your day, crazy lady.”

I don’t hate baseball. I like it just fine. Our family goes to Tampa Bay Rays games often — and have for years.

Would it have been my first choice as an activity to do on Mother’s Day? Well, no.

A spa day comes to mind as a “first choice” activity. But then I wouldn’t be with my family. You know, the people who made me a mother.

And, now that my kids are teens, I realize “family time” — at least as I’ve known it for the past 16 plus years — is running out. I don’t take it for granted like I used to do. I have a keener and keener appreciation for the fact that it won’t always be in unending supply.

You know the saying, “If mama’s not happy, nobody’s happy”? Well, I’ve found that when it comes to family togetherness, “if everybody’s happy, mama’s happy.”

Sure, I can get my own way. I’m the mom and that pulls some weight — especially on Mother’s Day. But, after numerous miserable, drama-filled, family outings, I’ve learned that sometimes choosing my ideal activity isn’t worth the cost.

If the goal is an enjoyable day of bonding and memories with my family, should it really matter what we’re doing?

A few years ago, on Mother’s Day, we went to the mall. A “first choice” activity for me. I was given “carte blanche” (within reason of course) to pick out something I really wanted. I should’ve been in heaven, right?

Ranks as one of my worst Mother’s Days ever. The boys, of course, were fidgety and miserable. They were trying to be good sports, but the pain was written all over their faces. Which made me feel like I had to hurry. And that’s pretty much how I feel the other 364 days of the year. You’d think my teenage daughter, at least, would have been enjoying herself, yes?  Well, a mall day is a “first choice” activity for her — but not when she isn’t benefitting from it.

I know a lot of people would say, “Well, they’re the kids. They need to learn to put the needs of others above their own and just deal with it.”

I agree. They do need to learn that lesson. And life presents many, many opportunities where that lesson can be learned. My husband and I try to teach it often in their daily lives.

But, honestly, when it comes to family time, I’m willing to forfeit my ideal activity for time together that we all enjoy.

For me, that’s a home run — every time.

by Patty Gardner of Homemakers Daily

I hate to admit this, but sometimes I make things harder than they need to be.  For example, I’ve needed to clean the silverware drawer for the last month or so but I haven’t had time to do it.  It takes about half an hour to unload all the silverware, pull out the trays, wash and dry them, clean out the drawer and put everything back.  So I’ve been putting it off. 

But every time I open the drawer, I see the crumbs and feel like a failure at housekeeping.

A couple of days ago I was standing in the kitchen as I watched my husband vacuum makeup off the loveseat cushion (courtesy of our 3-1/2 year old granddaughter, Ivy Belle). But then it got interesting. While he had the vacuum out, he opened the silverware drawer. Then he picked up the forks with one hand and with his other hand vacuumed out the fork compartment. He did the same with the spoons. And then all the other utensils. I was floored.  I’d been waiting for 30 minutes to clean out that drawer but he had it clean in less one.

I’ve learned a lot from my husband. He’s been a self-employed remodeling contractor for the last 26 years.  He works alone most of the time so he’s learned how to do two-man-jobs with just one man.  He’s also learned to be efficient and fast. He works the same way at home. The silverware drawer was one of many examples of his efficiency.  And while I was waiting for a 30-minute window of time to clean out the drawer, he took advantage of an opportunity and got it done.

 We can all learn from my super efficient husband.  In fact, I picked up six principles just from his impromptu cleaning of the silverware drawer. 

1. Take advantage of small bits of time to get small things done.
2. When you have something out (like the vacuum), do as much as you can with it.
3. Don’t make a task a bigger deal than it needs to be.  Certainly there are times when the silverware drawer needs a more thorough cleaning but this wasn’t one of them – all it needed was crumb removal.  And that brings us to the next point.
4. Only clean what’s dirty and only clean as much as is needed.
5. Do one thing at a time.  My husband didn’t sort or toss.  He just cleaned out the crumbs.  When you only have a minute, you can’t do it all.
6. Be content with doing less.  I know some people may not be able to do this, but if you can, it will make your life better.  As Flylady says, “Housework done incorrectly still blesses your family.”  If you don’t have time to do it right, do what you can.  It’s better to do a little than nothing.

So don’t be like me and make things harder than they need to be.  Follow my husband’s example and keep it simple and get things done!

 Can you think of any areas in your housekeeping routine where you’re making it harder than it needs to be?  If so, how can you make it easier?

Patty Gardner is a “get it done” guru! If you aren’t already a huge fan of Homemakers Daily, you will be! Be sure and stop by her place for a wealth of practical, doable home organization tips. 

by Simone Graham, Guest MOMtor Contributor

Being vulnerable is never easy. There is risk involved – risk that we will be misunderstood, judged or rejected.

When I first started blogging I didn’t plan on being vulnerable, or sharing my struggles. I had planned to share my creativity, my ideas… my “best bits”.

But fairly early on I felt challenged to share the other side. The twisting road, the stumbling journey through the deep dark woods of depression and anxiety.

You might think that would be odd on a blog called “Greatfun4kids” whose speciality was party ideas, but somehow it was strangely appropriate.

After all, how many times do we look at other mothers and think, Well that’s OK for her. She’s got it all together. We look other people’s strengths and compare them to our weaknesses. We disqualify ourselves from having something to offer because we think we don’t measure up.

There was no way I wanted people to read my blog and get the wrong idea, thinking I was some kind of expert, or a Supermom who had it all together. How could I keep up a façade like that, long term?

I decided to actually share my struggles along with my strengths, so that others could say, Hey, she struggles with the same stuff I do. If she can do it, I can do it.

I stepped out. I took a risk. I made myself vulnerable and wrote a post about my journey.

The feedback was tremendous. Emails and messages from women all around the world – even some from my own family – sharing how what I’d written had let them know they were not alone.

Since then I have continued to share the journey in all its twists and turns right alongside the fun and the parties. I’ve collected all those posts on an index page – thie things I struggle with, the things I’ve learned and the things that help me.

I continue to hear from other mothers who stumble across my page or who have been quietly reading me for years.

They thank me for sharing and let me know that the risks I take in being vulnerable are worth it.

There is no shame in struggling; there is power in sharing. In taking the risk to be vulnerable we find solidarity, community and encouragement.

My husband still worries that one day someone will send me a nasty email which will hurt me, in my still-mending state, but the only feedback I get are messages like this:

“Thank you Simone. What an honest and heart-felt blog. So many of us have had similar experiences in many ways throughout our life, but not everyone feels able to share them…”

“Boy this struck a chord with me. I’ve been there. Humbled to need medication, struggling spiritually. There are no heroes when you deny depression. The day you snap no one knows the years you held it together. You’re just a mum who yelled at her kids. Thanks for your honest writing with this.”

“Thank you so much for sharing your story. It’s amazing how knowing other people have been there too can really help!”

“Thank you for this Simone. I am in tears after reading it, to know that someone can describe how I feel is comforting. In the past I was led to believe I should keep my “crap” to myself. After a few years with a good, Christian counselor, I no longer try to hide the pain!”

There has never been any judgment.

By sharing my vulnerability, the very thing which has been a huge source of pain and weakness for me, has become something which can encourage others.

The irritating grit in my oyster-soul is becoming a pearl of great price.

It has been my privilege to share some of my “pearls” with you here on Mothering from Scratch. Each and every nuggest is hard-won, earned with blood, sweat and tears in the trenches of motherhood as I continue to navigate my way out of the deep, dark woods.

I look forward to sharing more in the years ahead – Happy Blogiversary Melinda and Kathy! Thanks for having me.

P.S. If you are struggling through these same dark woods, please come by and visit my page: http://www.greatfun4kidsblog.com/p/depression-me.html

Simone lives in Auckland, New Zealand with her British husband, her three noisy kids and their female cat, Dave. She’s not out of the woods yet but she is finally on the path and can see the light through the trees. She blogs at http://greatfun4kidsblog.com

The time had come.

I delayed the inevitable as long as I could. But as I surveyed my then-11-year-old daughter’s room, I was faced with a crushing reality. It’s childish contents were no longer a reflection of the emerging woman who was occupying its princess pink walls.

From the time we bought her first Fisher Price dollhouse at age two, Molly was completely mezmerized. Over the years, her room’s perimeter had become lined with an elaborate labyrinth of dollhouses of varying shapes and sizes. Scraps of fabric, empty Kleenex boxes and old candy wrappers were among the unlikely treasures that she collected and repurposed into dollhouse decor.

Each miniature doll had a name and a carefully developed personality, including a ‘Mom’ who often possessed superhuman capabilities. “She has 13 children,” Molly would say. “She’s the school principal and a fashion designer.” And she pays the mortgage to Barbie’s Dream House to boot? No pressure there.

It was a sweet and innocent time. And I didn’t want it to end. Yet, on a Saturday afternoon, I accepted reality. And I found myself, side-by-side with my daughter, slowly disassembling her childhood. Together, we giggled as we made unexpected discoveries of lost Polly Pocket clothes, funny drawings, old diaries and a pair of much-loved sequined princess slippers that had long ago lost their regal luster.

At the same time, I was filled with an overwhelming wave of sadness and regret. Cries of “Play with me!” echoed in my mind. I cringed as I considered how many times I didn’t. Consumed with daily demands and exhaustion, I always thought there would be time — later.

“Later” comes sooner than we think — and without warning.

The future doesn’t tap us on the shoulder and gently whisper, “Your little girl is growing up. This stage isn’t going to last much longer.” No. “Later” simply shows up one day, unannounced and with an in-your-face pronouncement:  ”Yuck, mom! Why did you buy me a pink shirt?! I don’t wear pink anymore! That’s so babyish.”

These sudden endings crystallize the truly fleeting nature of the time with our children.

Busy days pass without notice — and turn into months and years. We can’t freeze time. Kids grow up. Change is a part of life. What can keep me up at night is what I’ve missed along the way.

I spent too many years consumed by “shoulds” and “ought tos” — driven by a need to please, do and go. I can tell you this: Overcommitment is the enemy of relationship. A frenzied pace doesn’t allow for unhurried moments with children or the ability to be fully present — physically and mentally — with our children. We desperately need God’s leading as we raise and guide our children. Constant chaos drowns out the silence needed to hear His voice.

My doll maven is now 16 years old. And if I could give one message to the mother of a fairy princess, it would be this: Slow down. Whatever you think is so important, more often than not, it can wait. Your princess won’t.

Yes, deep down, she’ll always be a princess — even if she no longer dresses like one. But “poof!” — before you know it — the tutu will be tucked away.  And the dollhouses will be abandoned and forced to look for new tenants.

We’re wise to enjoy the magic while it lasts. 

“Don’t offer. Don’t refuse.”

This is a mantra offered by many to help a toddler self-wean from nursing. I have personally had three toddlers and watched it unfold with a beautiful ending.

When we think of breastfeeding a child, there’s a time when the nutritional needs take a backseat to the emotional, psychological connection forming between mom and child. It’s a delicate time. We know it when it happens.

We just sometimes don’t know exactly how it’s going to end.

Does this apply to other times in motherhood?

It does. In so many ways. 

Have you ever been in a situation when you didn’t neccessarily need help but you just needed to know help was available? Like the life-preserver on the dock of a lake, you knew it was there for someone to eagerly throw in and rescue you. You may not ever need it.

I recently had a conversation with a mom after her third baby was born. Because they were having a few issues with breastfeeding, I offered my help. I gave her my phone number and told her to use it whenever she needed some encouragement. She told me that “just having my telephone number in her phone made her feel better.”

Well, that was easy. I would have gladly done more to help since I had been through so much myself with one of mine years ago.

{To give you an idea of how Luke’s first few months of (not) breastfeeding played out….I ended up naming my breastpump. And talking to it. I was nuts. BUT (insert Gloria Gaynor’s song) we survived and thrived. Thanks be to God.}

We feel more secure knowing help is near. Choosing not to offer help, but also choosing not to refuse it helps our kids get through many milestones:

Learning to walk — Realizing that the hands that were once there for support suddenly aren’t needed. Surprise!
Learning to swing on a swing — Once those pumping legs get going, mom can join you on the next swing over. Yippee!
Learning to ride a bike — Who doesn’t remember the feeling of the hands on the back of the bike letting go and freedom beginning? Ride on!

Letting go. That’s what it really is.
It’s the most difficult act of love we do as moms.
It can be heart wrenching.

So it always is with mom love.
The next time we resist offering help and they come back…don’t refuse.
Just understand that when we allow them to let go, we let go.
Then, we will really begin something new.

In honor of Mothers Day, 22 mom bloggers came together to Celebrate the Difference in Motherhood!

We are excited and honored to join our good friend Mari Tuten from Inspired by Family and 20 other mama bloggers as we cheer our differences and learn from each others’ journeys.

We jump at any opportunity to come together as moms and appreciate each other — rather than tear each other down. Moms may not always agree with others’ parenting styles or discipline methods, but we can still respect each other. Because the bottom line is this: Moms who love their children fiercely are still learning along the way and doing the best they know how.

Moms, let’s support one another and Celebrate the Difference!

Each participating blogger will share a parenting story on whatever topic of her choice. Stop by to laugh, cry and be encouraged in your parenting journey. We hope you walk away encouraged!

Celebrating the differences of Motherhood is brought to you by our host, Inspired by Family, and by the following contributing blogs: Kids Activities Blog, Rainbows within Reach, Powerful Mothering, Fun-a-Day, The Pleasantest Thing, Royal Baloo, Laly Mom, True Aim Education, Kids Stuff World, Milk and Cuddles, The Imagination Laboratory, Smiling like Sunshine, Teach Beside Me, JDaniel 4’s Mom,  Kitchen Counter Chronicle, My Nearest and Dearest, Nate and Rachel, Two-Daloo, Mamas Like Me, Mama Miss, One Mommy. Martys Musings and Mothering From Scratch.

Here’s the schedule for you to follow along. As they go up I will update our schedule, so stay tune. Or you can follow along via our Moms Share Pinterest Board where all the post will be pinned,  Facebook or email.

May 1st: Inspired by Family - Let’s lift each other up not tear each other down

Kids Activities Blog -Simple but meaningful  Our Mother’s Day {Start a Tradition}

2nd: Rainbows Within Reach - Mothering through a Grandmothers Perspective

Powerful Mothering - What my little ones mean to me when words aren’t enough: Dear Little Ones….

3rd: Fun A Day - One mama shares: Breaking the Cycle of Abuse

The Pleasantest Things - Another idea instead of long journaling: Snapshot of Today: Letters to my…

4th: Royal Baloo

Laly Mom

5th: True Aim Education

6th: Milk and Cuddles

Kids Stuff World

7th: The Imagination Laboratory

Smiling Like Sunshine

8th: Teach Beside Me

J Daniel 4′s Mom

9th: Kitchen Counter Chronicles

My Nearest and Dearest

10th: Twodaloo

Nothing if Not Intentional

11th: Mamas Like Me

Mamas Miss

12th: There’s Just One Mommy

If you are a blogger and you have a story or something to share on how you celebrated motherhood, feel free to add a link to your post so we can read your story as well. Note: by sharing you give us permission to feature you (attributing of course).

You can link up here: