Really? I'm a Mom?

it doesn't matter if your black or white

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:57:00 +0000

sorry best picture I could get. She moves too dang much!

So my husband came home to tell me, that someone disclosed their fears to him. Apparently, they are worried that I am neglecting my kids.

Apparently because I have postpartum depression and at one time said I don't like my kids - boom I'm neglectful. But seriously....who likes their kids all of the time?!

Anyone who says they like their kids all of the time? Is a liar. Or a complete nutjob.

Anyhow, I was hurt to say the least. Who are they to say these things?

So I did what I would normally. Opened blogger and started to write.

It didn't make sense...so I erased everything and started to write again.

While I was writing, my husband was bathing monkey.

He called me over. It was time to dress monkey, and put his lotion on.

This kid has majorly sensitive skin, so I slather on aquaphor every night.

Its seriously the only thing that works on his eczema.

Anyhow, as I was putting lotion on my son...I was going over the post in my head.

"Gotta remember not to say their name. They don't have the ability to defend themselves. They cant defend themselves anyways cause they don't understand. They don't understand cause most people don't. This is why I need to do something. I need to be-"

This is when I finally noticed ... my son's olive skin was starting to turn white.

Instead of picking up the aquaphor....I picked up the desitin.

I laughed out loud and realized. Who cares what people think. Only Jesus, my husband and my kids matter. And they know the truth.

not. funny.

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 13:45:00 +0000

you know that commercial from TBS for family guy, with Stewie saying mum over and over?

No?

Here it is.

Did you last the whole 54 seconds? Ha. If you did you must be superwoman (or man if you are a guy...or woman if you are a guy that likes....ya know what? I'm just gonna stop here)

I hate this commercial. And my husband thinks its hysterical. Says to me: Why dont you like it? Its funny.

Well...this is why:

(Picture it. I'm in the kitchen, cooking dinner and tweeting of course, while monkey is in the living room ~~watching SuperWhy~~ coloring when...)

Monkey: Momma?

Me: I'm here sweetie. I didn't leave you.

Monkey: (2 seconds later) Momma? Momma? Momma? Momma? Momma?

Me: Yes, my love. I'm right here in the kitchen

Monkey: (running into the kitchen) Momma?

Me: See? I'm right here. I didn't leave ya.

Monkey: (3 minutes later) Momma?

Me: Still here monkeyman. I'm cooking dinner.

Monkey: (running to kitchen) Cookie?

Me: No. CookING. I am making your dinner.

(Monkey runs back to living room)

Monkey: (2 seconds later) Momma? Momma? Momma? Momma? Momma?

Me: Yes, my love. I'm right here in the kitchen

Monkey: Momma? Momma?

I finally gave up (cause I couldn't go through yet another round of this) and walked into the living room to see this:

Can you spot the monkey man?

Never a dull moment.

Please pardon our living room. Apparently we were ransacked by thieves who love to play with legos.

for you

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 14:55:00 +0000

Although I dont approve of the wording...this is so true

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There are many offensive things I have heard. The one that hurt the most was: You are going through this because you are weak.

No. We are not weak.

We are strong. Why? Cause of water:

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Just remember this:

And here is some hystericalness for ya

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what God allows

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 15:25:00 +0000

Kim from Mommy go something something wrote a post about God on Saturday.

Very thoughtful.

Made me start thinking. Why does God allow bad stuff to happen to good people???

Well, as a Christian, I understand God gave us free will. So we make our own choices. But what about those that we dont?

I know that Kim didn't choose to have Postpartum Depression or Bipolar 2. I know that I definitely didn't choose to have postpartum depression. I know that one of the best Christians I know and love, did not choose to develop AIDS. It was an accident. So why did God allow that to happen?

I tell ya, I've been struggling with this one for a while.

I can not tell you how many times I prayed that God would make this go away. That I would be normal. That my kid would have a mom that didn't want to kill herself. That my husband would have a wife that wasn't such an angry woman.

Why wouldn't God make it go away? Why didn't God make this all encompassing emptiness go away? How could He let me go through this?

What was so wrong about letting me be happy again?!

And I will tell you...there were times I doubted. And definitely times I was angry. But I kept on praying. Cause I knew.

I knew that this was happening for a reason, and that God would answer. I was sexually assaulted in high school. It is one of the many reasons I have difficulty making friendships. I looked up to heaven one night after it happened and screamed at God: WHY DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME?! I DIDN'T DESERVE THIS!!! I was mad. But I heard nothing.

I went on living my life. I went to counseling. I learned that God could have let this happen because I was trying to do things on my own strength. That I wasn't reaching out to God. I listened. I was quiet. I thought - that must be it. He's a pastor. Though I really didn't get what he meant.

Then 2 years later, I spoke at a youth retreat about what I went through with the assault. I was shaking like a leaf. Afterwards? A young girl came up to me and thanked me for opening up. She was assaulted too. She got the help she needed.

Even with knowing this...I still felt that emptiness.

I remembered that poem Footprints.

But still felt that emptiness

Then last night, as I was staring at the ceiling cause that evil insomnia came to visit - I prayed. God. Why won't you fix me? Why can't I go to sleep? Why must I keep suffering through this? Why must my family keep suffering this? then I heard.

Okay, not an audible voice. But....I knew.

God is letting this happen - to get my attention.

He is going to use this at some time to help women going through this depression. And how I am gonna fight for women going through this. I am gonna be that ninja for those women who don't have the strength to fight. I wouldn't have even thought about helping postpartum depression sufferers if I didn't go through this.

But God is using this to tell me something else. He loves me. Oh how He loves me. He allowed me to go through this garbage to teach me.

Teach me to rely on Him. Teach me to help other women. To teach me so I can help other people going through this. He is teaching me to be stronger. A stronger Christian, stronger momma, and a stronger wife.

See? God is teaching me to be a ninja.
If you are like Kim, angry and hurt. Wondering why God wont answer you? Ask Him.

If you don't want to ask Him. Thats fine. I'll pray for you still.

Wow...heres a bowl full of seriousness. Don't worry. Funny stuff will be coming soon. Tomorrow of course is For you.

and stretch

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 14:17:00 +0000

So one day, while Diva was in her swing...I heard my husband laughing hysterically.

I walked in from the kitchen to find my daughter doing this.

Raising her leg randomly.

Makes sense though right?

Cause sometimes, a girl just needs to stretch.

P.S. and just to let you know, she is 3-4 months old in this picture...but she still does it now. And we still dont know why

just like his momma

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:13:00 +0000

I was cleaning up in the living room when monkey comes running in:

"momma, momma"

"Hold on monkey. I need to help Diva."

As he is waiting...and standing still mind you....

when he trips he likes to wait until we come to pick him up

He starts waving his arms and tipping over.

And then?

He falls over.

Klutzy.

Just like his momma.

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He loves us

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 22:57:00 +0000

For you. Cause HE does love us

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cause you are loved

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 14:26:00 +0000

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There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. - C.S. Lewis

All week I had been saying to myself: Why can't I just be like everyone else? Why do I hafta go through this? Why can't I be normal? Why can't I shake this funk? Why me?

It just hit me. Why not me? I am strong. I am courageous and I am here. And I am gonna stay here for good.

I want you to hold on to that. I will be here and so will you.

Don't give up.

You are strong, you are courageous and you are beyond beautiful.

You must keep on praying for light. - C.S. Lewis

Things will get hard from time to time - but I will keep praying that God would show me the light at the end of the tunnel.

Cause it will come.

And? Dont ever give up...

It's hard to beat a person that never gives up. ― Babe Ruth

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#SOPAStrike

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 13:20:00 +0000

Sooo....apparently I suck at technology more than I thought.

This site is apart of the protest, I just don't know how to make it dark.

If you have no idea whats happening: check this out.

or this.

holy bajoly

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 15:09:00 +0000

so one day, I was changing monkeys diaper.

I am deep in thought when I quickly glance at his leg.

Oh my word.

He has a bump on his thigh.

Oh my goodness, he has a tumor.

Oh my gosh, something is wrong with my baby!

No, stop freaking Jess. It could just be an injury or something.

I take a closer look and.....

its his testicle.

Thats how awesome I am.

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and it goes like this

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 21:45:00 +0000

But did I tell y'all?

We went to the store today.

Just me. and the creatures.

For the first time ever.

Yeah its time to bust a move!

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For you and me

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 15:31:00 +0000

This past week I have gone through such a major funk.

So I need this bad.

I have no words of wisdom cause I need to hear it. So....hear ya go:

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I am holding hard to this last one......here's to better days.

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passion

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 13:12:00 +0000

She smiled as she watched him walk across the room.

God how she loved that man.

She bit her lip as he looked at her, she gave him her best come hither look.

yeah. I want you mister.

"What?" He asked, smiling at her.

"Yeah. You know." came her coy reply.

He laughed and continued cleaning the table.

She loved that he not only could cook....but he cleaned and didn't hafta be nagged to do it. Most of the time.

She looked down at her just clean body.

She was ready.

She again started staring at her man.

Oh God I love it when he wears that shirt.

It outlined his muscles so perfectly.

Busting through his shirt...his muscles just begged to be touched.

Held. Stroked. Spanked.

God she was ready to jump him.

WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She was quickly brought back to reality.

"Monkey. Stop poking your sisters eye. Be nice."

WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Diva chill out, Mommys coming. Ouch dang it!"

WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She had stepped on the 4,450th lego that hour.

Quickly she swept it to the side to grab her daughter.

SQUISH!

"Great. I take a shower just to get Diva to spit up all over me. Again. Oh and great. She got it in my hair this time."

"hey at least its a good color on ya"

"Thanks funny man."

She sighed as monkey asked for the 50th time for the TV to be put back on. And whimpered as he whined and screamed when she said no. Again.

WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Which of course - made Diva start to cry all over again.

"Hey, when the kids go to sleep.....do you wanna?"

Reality. Sucks majorly sometimes.

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for you friday

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 15:07:00 +0000

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Better days will come

You are not alone

Sending you virtual hugs, real prayers and real love

Remember babysteps.

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things I miss cause of elmo

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 14:22:00 +0000

- Kim Kardashian got married (I was apparenly the last person in america that found out someone wanted to marry.....uhh, anyone....from the kardashians)

- Did you know theres a show about Finding Bigfoot??!!

- Apparently theres a roadkill cookbook (I wish I was kidding about this)

- Shoo...theres a roadkill bbq fair...cookoff thing

- Billy Graham is still alive (shocker right?)

- So is Tony Bennett (so thought he died in the 90's)

- Kim Kardashian got divorced ... (I was floored. I mean they knew each other for a whole month. I totally did not see that coming)

- People are finally realizing the Kardashians are annoying nobodys

- And theres yet another modeling show called scouted...scouting...future sluts of america? ah...take your pick - they all sound just about right.

- What tomorrows weather will be

- Lindsay Lohan stood up Ellen (blasphemous I know)

- Theres a skunk whisperer (I really want to know what the heck that means)

- Almost missed my Big Fat Gypsy Christmas (greatest tradgedy averted)

- Apparently something happened to Rick...Uh...Something happened to the guy whos last name is Romney.

- the penn state scandal (well almost obviously)

- The arson fires in....uhh....somewhere. California right?

- The book of Tebow (totally don't know what that is but Mr. Man told me to put it in...and is laughing hysterically as I type this)

So all in all....

I ain't missed much.

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what the crap

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 19:09:00 +0000

So I know I posted already today...and its a cute story...but I really need to vent.

Why can't people accept that I need medicine to work through this? I have postpartum depression.

Yes, I know that Mr. Man is the only opinion that I should care about - and even then not so much. But still.

to get those comments of: Hun, you really don't need it. You are probably just PMSing really badly. Just pray more.

Its like daggers. Daggers of accusation. Accusing me of being a whiner. An exaggerator. Like I am just a big wimp and I need to pick myself up by my bootstraps and get over myself. Accusing me of not having any faith. Why can't I have depression and be a Christian?!

Its like saying: you are just being exaggerative. You just want attention. You're fine. You don't need that. You just need to get up and exercise. You just need to get out more. You just need to pray more.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize this overwhelming funk that I've been in - this deep ache for being free from this prison of sadness and anger...this overwhelming, all consuming rage - could be solved by the exercise that I'm already doing!

its time like this that make me not want to tell anyone of my struggle. And its mostly cause - they change my thinking. They make me think...wait, what if I don't need this medicine? What if I am being ridiculous?

I am so tired of these judgemental holier than thou people who think they know everything!

But then I sit there and think - they dont know anything. How can I get angry at them? This is why I want to tell my story.

Sigh. I just wish I could get some help from somewhere. I just wish someone would understand.

I wish I wasn't standing in a room full of people feeling so very much alone and out of place. I wish I didn't feel like I am less of a person just because of this.

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according to the monkey

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 14:31:00 +0000

Mr. Man: ok monkey, daddy finished vacuuming

Monkey: ah dun

Me: yes, Daddy is all done.

Monkey: ok

Then he starts rubbing divas head as shes eating her bottle.

Mr. Man: aww that's so nice monkey.

Monkey: aww

Mr. Man: do you love your sister?

(silence)

Me: monkey do you love baby?

Monkey: NOOOOOOO

Dang kid...you couldn't just say a simple no?

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whats with me

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Sun, 01 Jan 2012 23:31:00 +0000

so I was gonna post another awesome funny story - but I decided not to.

Want to give you guys a heads up...no a 411 at whats happening with me.

These past coupla weeks have been great. I even got off my Zoloft for 3 weeks.

Truth be told the reason why I got off the meds was because I thought I was pregnant.

I didn't say anything about it on here...well - because people from my church and some of my family read this.

And I didn't want to come across their disapproving stares.

"Wow. She dares to have kids again after what happened? Even as she struggles with this depression? How dare she. So selfish."

Yeah.

I do think that. Don't know if they do...trying not to care...but you know how it is. Stinkin anxiety.

So I suffered in silence....well, not really silence (ha. me be quiet. that's rich). I talked about it on twitter.

If you don't follow me on twitter that's your own fault. I am freaking awesome on there....even if not many people know this.

Anyhow, I am not pregnant - but I stayed off my meds. And guess what? I felt normal again! I felt the old Jessica coming back with a vengeance.

She was kicking butt and taking names...or however the saying goes.

But...now I am back on them.

And I feel like such a huge failure. Like how could I take those 15 steps back?

But the anger was just too much. The overwhelming sadness got too hard to bear. I hafta go back to see the psychiatrist.

Sigh.

Oh yeah, I saw a shrink. We talked for a bit. She hinted at something....but said because I was feeling fine to just wait (cause she couldn't give a firm diagnosis). Said if in another month I start feeling funky again to call.

Its been a month. I need to call. Dangit.

Do you know how frustrating it is to be almost there? To be almost normal again just to have that normalness slip through your fingers?

Actually ripped from your fingers is more like it.

In other news, the reason why you really haven't seen many posts on here about my struggle w PPD is because...well, I am writing a book about it.

I love my ugly laugh face

It is literally my diary from this struggle.

I am scared speechless about publishing it.

Like: Will anyone like it? What if people don't buy it? What if no one publishes it? How do I even find the right editor? Who can I turn to? How can I afford to do this? I shouldn't do this - I can't even write. Why am I doing this just to get hurt?

But I feel that I need to do this.

There are actually not many books out there by regular woman about their struggles with PPD. A million and a half books on how to deal - but not how other people have dealt.

This needs to be done.

For those other moms out there who need to know they are not alone...and that they will smile again.

Ok....I think thats it.

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For you Saturday

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:57:00 +0000

My week has totally been put off so I really thought that today was Friday.

Sorry.

But here it is for you:

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This day can be a really sucky one....or a really awesome one.

Remember this:

You are unbeliveably awesome. And that comes from the queen of awesome - so you know its true.

A new year means new beginnings, fresh with no mistakes. Don't let your past define who you will be.

You are beautiful. You are perfect just the way you are. \

You matter.

AND

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May God bless you in this New Year.

We will get through it together and guess what?

IT WILL BE AWESOME!!

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not cool

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 15:55:00 +0000

So you know how my dad likes to imagine stuff right?

Like the issue with MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT? (nope. not bitter at all).

Well, there was this one time - he got my whole family to imagine something.

That I was somewhere...I really wasn't. Lemme splain.

So...when I was younger - my parents were addicted to this tv show you may have heard of.

X-files.

Never heard of it? Well, it was awesome and sigh. I guess you aren't as big of a dork as I thought.

seriously, why are you here?

Anyhow, there was this one episode.

Had to do with a wolf of some kind.

Knowing X-files, it was probably a werewolf.

Anywee, our family ritual was to get together every Sunday night and watch X-files.

Wha? I told ya'll I'm a dork.

So....where was I?

Oh yeah, one Sunday night I was at a friends house. And my crush was there....so obviously I didn't want to leave.

So I committed blasphemy and didn't watch X-files that night.

Why didn't I watch it at my friends house? Hello?! It was X-files! I'm a dork....get the picture??

Anywho, with my possessed car - I got home late for curfew and everyone was already in bed.

A certain time frame later (uh huh. Like I can remember), my brother and I were talking. And he tells me: It was like that last episode of X-files, right?

Me: Uhhh, I was at (insert name)'s house that night. So I didn't watch it.

Knucklehead: what are you talking about Jessica? Obviously I would remember if you were there.

Me: Hmm....obviously I would remember if I was there or not jerk. And I wasn't there! Dood, I don't even know what that episode was about!!

Knucklehead: Yes you do. Stop playin. It was the wolf episode
(SIDENOTE: He explained the episode but I can't remember what the heck it was about except there was a wolf in it)
Me: Knucklehead, seriously, I really wasn't there.

So, a couple days weeks go by; when we had this conversation....and we were all sitting down having dinner. Don't know why that last part is important...but there ya go.

Me: Ma, can you tell your son that I was at (insert name)'s house that (certain time period) Sunday?

Mom: What are you talking about Jessica? You were here watching it with us.

Dad: Yeah, the one with the wolf right? That was a good episode
(SIDENOTE: what can I say? I come from a family of dorks. Man...my kids dont have a chance do they?)
Me: Are you kidding me right now?! I was not here! I was at (insert name)'s house! I had problems with the car and couldn't make it! (uh huh, thats right I lied. I was there to fawn over my crush)

(INSERT EATING SILENCE HERE) (and by eating silence I mean we were chewing...so I guess that should read: INSERT A CHEWING SILENCE HERE. don't you feel better knowing?)

Me: Seriously, are ya'll playing some joke on me?

Dad: No, Jessica. I remember you being here (this time I took them seriously, cause my dad has never lied to us. True story.)

Mom: Jessica, stop trying to be funny. You were here.

Me: Oh my gosh!

So...yeah....I wasn't there.

But years later?

I found out - years later - that my brother and father were playing a trick on me. Apparently my punishment for being late for curfew that night.

And my mom?

Has the worst memory ever. So....she'll believe almost anything my dad and brother tell her.

Almost.

Don't I have the best family ever?

I wonder if I could pull that off with my kids.

Ain't I the best mom?

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May God bless you on this Christmas Day

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 05:30:00 +0000

So back in May I posted a story about Christmas (cause thats how I roll). well, here is the second part.

May God bless you and I hope you have a great Christmas.

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It was Samuel's turn to watch the sheep that night. He took this job begrudgingly; it was a horribly boring chore to him, no glory in it at all. He wanted to be like his friend Aaron - a blacksmith's apprentice. Now that was an exciting idea - working with fire and metal was a man's job. Not caring for sheep, this was insignificant - it affected no one.

He took a deep breath and looked at the other shepherds. They all were sitting at attention, making sure none of their sheep wandered too far. All of Samuel's sheep were asleep, and he was fighting sleep himself. "I cannot fall asleep again, father will have my hide." Samuel said aloud, while trying to keep himself awake.

"Samuel, one of your little ones is getting away," one shepherd yelled to him. He quickly got up to grab the sheep. "Toda Raba, Marcus!" Samuel said with the lamb in his arms. Samuel was grateful for the flocks being close.

Marcus shook his head and laughed, he remembered being so young and foolish. He walked over to Samuel and laughed out loud, "I have been your father's friend for too long to..."

Out of the corner of Marcus' eye he saw a man in white walking toward them. "Who..." before Samuel could finish, a bright light shone all about them. In fear they ran back to the others.

"We must protect the sheep. Come; let us gather in a circle to protect them." The men scurried around the flocks to protect them from this invasion.

Meanwhile, through all this action - the sheep did not move. A peace had come upon them. The bright light and stranger did not scare them, or move them. They stayed still as if under some sort of witchcraft.

Fear crept into Samuel's heart, "We are going to die for these ridiculous sheep!" Sweat poured down his face as his heart began to beat faster with the stranger getting closer. Out of fear for his own life, he shrunk behind Marcus for protection. Then the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord. And this [will be] the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger." (Luke 2:9-12)

All the shepherds fell on their faces, praising God.

Then there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying: "Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!" (Luke 2:13-14) The angels disappeared as quickly as they had appeared.

"We must go quickly," Marcus said, "We must see the Saviour." All the other shepherds agreed.

"But what about the sheep? We cannot take them all, and we cannot leave them here alone." Samuel said with concern.

All the shepherds looked at each other in agreement, "Of course! What shall we do?" asked one; "We must vote to see who stays," said another. "I will stay," Samuel said. "I need to show my father I am responsible."

All the men turned to look at Samuel. "Ha! I am not leaving my flock with him!" said one, with others in agreement. "Calm down everyone. We are not leaving anyone behind. We will take all the sheep with us. We are going to meet our Saviour, who wants to miss that? I don't think the sheep will mind seeing our L-rd".

"But...but, that does not make sense..."Samuel started to say; but Marcus stopped him.”What is wrong with you my friend? Do you not understand what just happened? The Messiah is here! Who cares about anything else?"

Samuel did not understand where his fear came from, so he remained silent. All the men gathered their flocks together and traveled to the City of David.

"I don't believe this. What are we all doing? What if this was not real? What if this is a trick?" Samuel asked himself silently. His father always taught him to believe in the Messiah coming, but this cannot be it - the Messiah would never be in a manger...would He?

The shepherds finally arrived to Bethlehem. "Wait here, I will find out about this Child." Marcus quickly ran into town to find the right place.

"Our Saviour has finally arrived!" The men started to dance and praise God again. "How do we know this is THE Messiah?" asked Samuel, "What if this is a trick?"

The other shepherds laughed, "Foolish boy! How could you say that?" asked one shepherd, "Were you not there tonight? Did you not see? Did you not hear?" The man did not wait for his answer and continued dancing.

Samuel made up his mind that he would have to see to believe. Marcus ran back smiling and laughing. "I saw Him....it was...no words can express...you must come....you must see for yourself." He led the shepherds to the other side of town.

Samuel had never seen Marcus like this before, and it worried him. Has this man been bewitched? Samuel said a silent prayer, asking for guidance - but heard nothing.

They arrived to a barn and Marcus turned to all and said, "Come meet Him. Come meet Jesus."

Samuel walked in to see a young mother and father staring wide eyed at them in wonder. He smiled faintly at the baby and stepped out. Marcus went after the boy, "What are you doing? You must meet Him."

"Marcus it’s a baby!" Samuel yelled out loud, “A baby! How am I supposed to think it’s the Messiah? In a MANGER? That cannot be Him."

Without a word, Marcus took the young boy by the elbow, "What are you doing Marcus? I am not going in there." Marcus brought him in. "Go meet Jesus."

Samuel kneeled down next to the manger and saw the Child. As Samuel reached down to touch the baby's face, Jesus grabbed his hand. Tears filled his eyes as he understood finally. "Messiah." was all Samuel could say as his eyes were opened. His King was finally here.

Luk 2:20 Then the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told them.

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for you friday

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 18:27:00 +0000

When this song first came out...it was everywhere.

And I hated it.

Now? I love it...I guess everyone needed to get over it before I liked it.

But now....here. I dedicate this to you.

Every successful person has a painful story.

every painful story has a successful ending.

Now accept the pain and get ready for success.

~ unknown

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you know you're a mother when

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 13:40:00 +0000

I started a list a coupla weeks....months....years? When the heck...ah screw it.

I started a list. Here is the continuation as part of the awesome Mama Kats workshop.

Lord knows this list will continuously be growing....so watch out for more.

Translation: keep coming back. Yup. Selfish plug. And?!

Anyhow, here we go:

You know you're a mother when....

you pick up the remote and try to make a phone call. more than once.
You know that the term baby wearing is not as evil as it sounds
You know the words to at least 6 kids tv shows and sing them randomly
you are able to blog while baby wearing (it takes serious mad skills especially with a chunky baby)
you dont remember when your sheets were washed the last time
you get why your mother would say: God grant me the strength. (it was a prayer to not kill us. True story. Ok maybe not but probably so)
you dont care about the sheets. unless of course someone peed or pooped on it
you are having regular conversations about pee and poop; with someone other than your husband (love you Mrs. Awesome!)
you have a conversation about the blatant racisim showed on mickey mouse clubhouse
you dance the chicken dance on cue
your daily adult conversation comes in the form of the internet most days
you constantly lose your cell phone
you do everything, and I mean everything, with an audience (eww...not that nasty! I meant pooping)
you do anything to preserve nap time. Even if it means keeping your kid exactly where they are.
you have full conversations w your children even though they can't understand you

I wonder what fun things are coming next...

Sigh. Only 20 more years to go right?

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Hey you

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Wed, 21 Dec 2011 14:52:00 +0000

Huh? Wha?

No really...I'm awake

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best conversation ever

noreply@blogger.com (An Imperfect Momma) — Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:14:00 +0000

So my mom and I went to Costco the other day.

Doing some last minute .... whatever shopping.

Yeah. I'm not even gonna try to remember why we were there.

Anywhore, while there?

I heard the BEST conversation ever.

No really. The best.

There was a couple walking around behind us. An older lady and a young college age kid. They might have been lovers - cause ya know some people just roll that way. Or it could have been a mom and her son.

But I doubt that second one, cause really....what kid that age is going to go Costco shopping with his ma?

Anyweird, heres what I heard:

Old lady : what?

Young kid: I said yes

Old lady : what?

Young kid: You are not listening.

Old lady: Yes I am. What did you say?

Young kid: I said yes

Old lady: what?

Young kid: I said yes

Old lady: what?

Went on for a while...I don't know how long.

I literally ran away from them so I could laugh.

Ain't I so mature?

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