Fireproof Your Marriage

Mom and 10yo DD:

(This talk occurred while we were changing the sheets on my queen-sized bed. Why waste the help?! LOL)

"Did you know that God sort of changes sheets too? The Bible says in Psalm 139:13 that God knit you together in your Mother's womb. When He did, He placed around you a warm red blanket made from my body. Long before you were born, God was knitting a blanket inside me every month, to be ready for a baby just about any time. God does not give new babies all the time, so He removes the first 'blanket' and starts making another one each month. During this time, you may notice Mommy uses special things like diapers to catch the unused blanket. The old blanket is bloody, but it doesn't hurt Mommy when it comes out. " [Usually, anyway! We can talk about THAT later!]

"Long before you are married and ready to be a Mommy, God will start knitting a blanket inside you. If you ever see blood in your panties or when you go to the bathroom, you will know what I mean. Please come tell me about it, and I'll have something very special for you. You are growing up to be such a beautiful young lady, I am looking forward to sharing this special time with you..."

See "The Talk" about the "very special thing" I start preparing when they turn 10...

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I don't remember who MJ is, but I copied this a long time ago off of a MOMS message board:

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The Talk!!!
Posted by MJ on Monday, 1 November 1999 at 7:07 pm

Ladies, this was so-o-o dear!!! It was not *exactly* as I had planned, but it went so well!! I want to share with you what we did, in case you might like to do it this way, too, or perhaps it might spark your own ideas:

I had *planned* on taking her out to eat, then coming back home for hot chocolate & a talk while the boys were out. I wanted to do this last week, but it did not work out that way. However, this is what happened:

My husband was at work and son was out to play, so we had the house all to ourselves. My daughter came to me very quietly and told me about a *problem* she had noticed. After I asked her a few questions (to make sure that this was *it*), I said, "well, come with me, I have some things I want to share with you about this. This is nothing to worry about, in fact, I was thinking this might happen very soon..."

I went to my room and got all the things that I had bought for this occasion, and we sat on the chaise lounge and had our talk.

I had bought an overnight carry-all ( it's hard plastic box, with pretty purple & lavender flowers on it, you use it to put personal items in, it has a mirror and some fold-out compartments) and put everything in it... some things wrapped in gold foil wrapping paper, some just inside a neat little compartment), and as she opened it, and opened each thing, I explained to her what it was for.

The first thing was a small purple women's devotional book, and I talked with her about becoming a godly woman and growing up for the Lord.

Next was a large, three-ring binder with a big fluffy kitten on it and pretty stationery inside. I explained that this is our Mother-Daughter journal to share *just* with each other... in which she could share her thoughts with me, ask questions that she didn't want the *guys* to know about, and discuss things that are on her mind, and that she could tell me in the journal whether she wanted to talk about it, or just have me write back.

Next were some of the compartments which held different personal care items, like deodorant, pretty colored razors, I had given her some bubble bath & perfume, some facial items to talk about acne, tweezers, bras, and of course, pads.

With each item, we discussed the stages of growth and what we ladies do about it (razors, underarm & leg hair growth, etc.).

The last thing she opened was a small, sample-sized box of Russell Stover Chocolates (important to any woman at *that* time)!!

I also prayed for her, and it just all went so well!!!

She took her little box and all her little presents and went to her room to *try them out*!!! She ate the chocolates while reading, she put the pad in place (and called me for a little added instruction) and has been trying out her new bras (and asking a few questions here and there), and looking things over! I explained to her that *when* the time comes to shave or pluck her eyebrows, I will help her because it's a little tricky the first few times.

We did not talk about physicals relations, because she is completely unaware of that aspect yet, and it has not occurred to her to ask me about that yet. That talk will come later. She did ask about the womb and how babies come *out* of there, and I explained her anatomy more in detail to her than what I had previously.

All in all, it was a wonderful talk, and I hope you ladies have an equally wonderful experience with your daughters!

I Love Laminin!

It's been a while since I first posted. Life has been busy. I've just recently seen this video, and then I showed it in science class. My students were amazed! We have had some deep discussions about seeing people differently when we remember their Laminin.

If you have no idea what I am talking about, you've got to watch this!

The following is just a snippet from a great message entitled "How great is our God!" by Louie Giglio. This 8:44 video shows a section where Mr. Giglio talks about a molecule in the human body.

It starts out a bit slow, but hang on for the ride!!

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow!

Pachelbel Bedtime!

In the beginning, God created Adam. The first thing God called "not good" was that Adam was alone. So God created Eve, and "Family" was born. This video shows a Daddy singing about life with his family. It took me over one hour to write down his 729 words, and I'm not sure I have them 100% correct, but it's close!

The following lyrics are Copyright by David Crawford (2007) and are not to be copied, printed or re-posted without the composer/author permission. He's a really nice guy. E-mail him if you want permission like I did ~ It's a lot nicer than stealing! :o) Click HERE if you want an audio only download, or there is a link on that site that allows people to purchase the video...

Now, turn your speakers up, grab a tissue and listen to this fun love song...

Pachelbel Bedtime on YouTube
By David Crawford

Why don’t you want to say goodnight? Why is it that you do not go to your bed and sleep tight until the morning light is come and cast its haze upon your eyes and then you wake to greet the day that God has made and rejoice for you are part of it?

Why do you insist upon the crying and the moaning and the whining and the screaming and the tantrums and the yelling and the kicking and the snacking and the biting and the hissies, the “One more drink of water?” and the “One more book please, daddy?”

And now I just want you to go to sleep. I don’t want to hear a peep from either one. The day is well past done. And I’m about to lose my mind. I’m gonna tear up your behind so “Nighty-night. And don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

Now it is so quiet and so peaceful in this once-chaotic house we all are sleeping and we’re dreaming and it’s as quiet as a mouse but what is that familiar sound tiptoeing nearer - Little steps approaching closer? No, it can’t be what I’m fearing and it’s –

Not! It’s just the cat and she is purring so contently and she snuggles at my feet. To be sure, it’s quite endearing. My lids relieve my eyes of all the stress that they were feeling and I turn my head to sleep but then I feel somebody staring and then

“AAAAAAAAAGH!!” She’s staring right at me. Her eyes are glazed with sleep. “I nearly wet the sheets upon my bed.” Her lips are trembling as she speaks, now there’s color in her cheeks. She looks so frail; my heart begins to swell.

Now she lies beside me and she breathes so easily. Her dreams are happy and she sighs a tender sigh so peacefully. She knows her Mommy and her Daddy and her Sissy love her greatly and we sleep throughout the nighttime never ever more sedately and now,

Morning casts its light upon the pillow where her head begins to stir. I try to wake her so her kind and gentle dreams I don’t disturb but as I pull her from her slumber ever slowly, I know in my heart of hearts exactly where this all is going and the

Crying and moaning and the whining and the screaming and the “Daddy you’re so mean! How could you interrupt my dreaming?”, the brushing of the hair and then the clothes they hate to wear. I need the check to pay daycare. I can’t forget her teddy bear. and then I

Sign her in at her own school. Off to work I travel too. My mind’s a wreck. I keep hearing songs from Shrek. I work all day and then go home. * All my stress is mostly gone. My kids I see and I pull them in closely. Then we

Start to do the homework, and the dinner must be started, and gymnastics and piano and the groceries must be carted, then the smallest one is crying “Won’t you hold me” like she’s dying and the oldest one’s frustrated with her homework though she’s trying. And dinner’s on the table but it’s cold because we waited for the children to get back from practicing all their cheerleading. Now the broccoli is so nasty, the macaroni’s pasty and the meat is tough as leather. Really, nothing is quite tasty.

So the crying and the moaning and the screaming and the whining start again but now the target isn't sleep it’s homebound dining and I raise my hands in wonder as I look around the table. How can anyone survive? Is anyone out there enabled? Then I

Think about the laughter when times are not so hectic and I know that though my stomach aches it's likely not gone peptic. I see their smiling faces as on swings I push them gently. When I hold their little hands, life could not go more contently.

So the crying and the moaning and the screaming and the kicking play a very tiny part of all the time my life is ticking and the good outweighs the bad. I am more happy than I’m sad. For all of this I should be glad. ** I’ve had it better than my Dad. You bet I have.

* [2:52 – enter DD, who stands behind Dad]
** [3:59 – Dad looks over his shoulder @ DD, who lays her head on his shoulder]