"Who Has Your Ovaries?" (Motherhood)

"And on her forehead a name was written:  "MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND OF THE ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH." Rev: 17:5

Oh girlfriend how many times have you argued with your mother?  How many times throughout your lifetime have you pleaded for your individuality?  Mother's of son, are they seen differently then mothers of daughters?  Either way there are some mysteries that shouldn't be known until it is our time.

A bowl on my head I wear so I may worship Him?  What type of mother does that make me?  Am I a harlot because I gave birth to son's or am I an angle like my sons because we all worship, the one the only true God.  Is a revaluation the truth, or a mystery of God for us to discovery.  I know that there are times when I was growing up that my mother and I argued about who is in control and who is doing what.

I have prayed, supplicated, worshiped, cried, given testimony after testimonies of the miracles my God has done in my life. I obeyed God's word to letter, as my father taught me.  Did it make my life easier?  Did it make my life rich? Yes, I would say my life is rich, it might not be material wealth, but it is definitely rich, those that know the one true God can only claim it so.

As my mom ages and I take care of her, it is hard to distinguish with the past.  She sees the world so different then I do.  She saw my dad so different then I did.  She remarried away after their divorce and became a different woman, now she is old and I have difficulty relating to her because she chose through out her life not to be close to my children and I.

In the attempt to not choose the same things she did I write text messages to my adult son's everyday. They are seen as endless annoyances but it is my way of communicating with them in the hopes of having a relationships with my adult young men.  My mom's believe is that men do not need a relationship with their mom.  My believe is that no matter what age you are or what you choose to do your mom is something you can't change. She gave birth to you.  Good, bad, ugly, beautiful she is your mom.  

Forgive me children if I choose to be a part of your life.  Forgive me for my annoying text messages detailing everything I do.  Forgive me if you are bothered with a mom that wants to be part of your life and would not give that opportunity to anyone to replace her.  Forgive me, for bothering you.  Forgive me for praying for you.  Mom's like me prayed for the day of your birth since childhood, we prayed for you to get healed when you were sick, we prayed for your teen years to be safe even if it meant us falling.  We will continue to pray for young adult lives.  And we will continue to pray all the days of our lives that if we are not together we are together.  We are a part of you, you are a part of me.  No God would ever tear that apart.  I know I am your annoyance, but it is only to remind you you our my love.  Your are the Grace that God gave me to watch over.  You are His gift and my presents.

I know not all mom's think this way, but I am who my Father made.

Who Has Control of Your Ovaries? (Daughterhood)

In 1979 I was married to the man I had been dating since the age of fifteen.  I laugh not really, I had known him since that age but made him wait to date me for 2 (two) painful years. Were they really painful?  From his point of view yes, from my point of view no.  I wasn't old enough to date a man who was five (5) years older than me.  Was I prejudice...certainly not.  I was definitely wise enough to know I was not mature enough to date such a man. Yes, I saw him as a man.  It took time to get to know him.  What does that have to do with this story....well in finding someone Jesus want for you it takes time, prayer and knowing if he is a man of good character.  That is what it took that then twenty (20) year old to prove to me.  That he also had a firm foundation. During those two (2) years this man who was then a college student and teachers aide at the high school I attended was allowed certain things.

1. He could occasionally allowed to drive me home.

2. He was allowed to come to my house and visit.

People always ask the stupidest questions.  Did we kiss, how far did we go?  Yes we kissed. He had to wait.  Not until my senior year in high school did we (did I ) begin to start dating, allowing our dating  to be public.  During that time Goods and Bads happen to me.  Two of my friends shot themselves, I was robbed at gun point point twice working at a part-time job to pay for my cheerleading and drill team uniforms and camp.  Their is a testing to believing that  "Jesus is Lord" I talked with my school counselor constantly because I was being stocked by   someone I didn't know. I even took a telephone operator position in the principles office...Guess what the stocker called me there.  I am so grateful for school police cause they caught him calling me from the school phone booth.  He didn't know about everything that happened but he did not when I got robbed at gun point I was pretty shaken up and he and his family gave me the courage to report the crimes and well as resigned.  

Years later I married this man that proved many things to me.  "I will never regret marring him, not matter what happen later in life. The greatest of these was he stood by me and helped me every chance I got.  He didn't allow my family to stop me from getting an education or getting in our marriage.  He was a believer, like myself and we could both scripture and hold each other accountable which made for both a difficult marriage and one of quality.  Un-replaceable!

and "For this a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife and the two shall become one flesh." Matt 19:3  For this reason I plan weddings and do not meddle in the couples business. It is the gift God gave me to provide an income, during this time. This is what I will continue to try to do.    This is one of those scripture verses that I find now I am now to be interesting living another life, unknowing what it will bring. Knowing that my own mom, when I got married and arrived from my honey, went off and married a man I didn't know. She was too busy to attend our wedding gift opening dinner...Oh my God...the stories go on.  "Forgive and don't forget...is my thought you don't have to live the past again... Especially the rapes, the crimes and the violence you left in the past.

Here I am today divorced in her home with that man I still don't know trying to take care of them.  Him with Parkinson's, her with diabetes listen to her telling me to move out all the time knowing, I don't have the finances to do so. Knowing that I can't be her child, knowing what they want is impossible for me to do for them.  They do not believe what I believe.  They did not choose what I choose.  Their marriage was not what my marriage was about.  Do I curse her or love her just because she is the mom God gave me.  Knowing that what I am living is not God's best for me.  Too many people with different believe systems in a marriage is not a good thing.  The one thing that is a good thing is that no matter what happens "Jesus is Lord!"

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"Who's Has Control of Your Ovaries?" (Aging)

Hi there, Diamond Glamour Girls,

Mom are Mothers, are daughters, are sisters are aging... Aging gracefully is one of those things I have prayed for for myself, the moment I became a mom of teens.  I realized the aging process was upon me.  How does one do that gracefully?

The thing is, men compare us to our mothers  or their mothers and we see ourselves nothing like them. The other day I was helping out my mom. She is aging with that comes illness, diabities and other things, but generations and culture play a part in our misunderstanding.  It has alway been an issue.  Growing up in California both my sister and I love the freedom women have here.  My mom's mentallity of women is "woman can't do this because if for no other reason they are women".   Yet, her other thought is women can do anything they set their mind to.  It has been this perplexing thing for us.  Growing up we couldn't decide if she was for us or against us.  That's why I stuck with what my dad said.  "Do your best!.  Get a college education. God is Good. "  I confess I loved my dads vision of the "Father, God , Almighty and how good He is."  How He is a clean God, a loving God and one who is gentle."

"Coveting is it bad or good? "You shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbors. " Ex. 20:17

Let me tell you as my mom ages I am always am reminded of the little things, we use to do together.  Paint our fingernails, fix our hair even cook together.  The said thing is today, she wants control I want control.  I purchase something, she purchase the same thing and tries to out do me.  If it is intentional or not. I am sure, what I do know is that I laugh about it.  In attempt to explain things and to add humor to her aging self.  She doesn't want me to mother her and she most certainly doesn't want to mother me.   I thought okay, I just purchase popcorn and she purchased a bigger bag.  I always brush my teeth after so I went and got what I thought was her tooth brush.  Jokingly, I said to her.  Here you go.  I brushed my teeth after eating popcorn now it is your turn.  She looked and me and said. "Nooooo"!  "What? Where did you get that?" I said, "The shower...where you keep your toothbrush for you dentures?'  My mom got the most unusual look on her face.   Then replied calmly.  "That is not my toothbrush. That is a foot brush. I scrub my toes with it.'  

Oh the aging process...God grant me the love and grace I need to get through it.  Most of all thank you for my mother!

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Who Has Control of Your Ovaries? (Girlfriends)

Hi there, Diamond Glamour Girls;

Do you remember when everything in life was about Love?  That moment and time in life when you don't care about time.  When you look at the women around you and think...how do they do it all.  They all look so amazing. The time before adolescence when mom, women, young teens are all looking a little different than most, but your not sure why.  This is such a perfect time you begin to wonder what will I be like when I grow up.  

Boys are not an issue because your old enough.  You dream of the right one for you. You can't help but think about what your life will become.  Your girlfriends mom becomes more interesting than yours, only because you have heard of all the stories of how great her youth was by now.

 

I had this friend that I will never forget.  She was a lot like me and yet a lot different.  We had so much fun.  We could talk about everything. We could sit and talk for hours about what our life would be like. Her mom seemed so different to me than mine.  She was quiet, reserved and very much about being a good mom.  (I don't mean that as a judgement, more as an observation)  Her mom stayed home all day. Doing what I don't know, I was to young to know at the time.  My mom was a working mom who was always stressed and didn't have time to play and enjoy life.  It was always about making sure the schedule was right, the house was clean, that we had chores enough to keep us busy.  Her mom was about letting her daughter dream.

One day I remember she invited me over.  I remember sitting at the kitchen table, while my friend was getting ready to play.  Her dad, mom and I sat there for a few minutes just staring at each other.  After a short while...her mom asked me if I would like a cup of coffee.  I said yes, please. Both parents gave me this look like I had done something terribly wrong.  Her dad with a concerned voice asked "Are you allowed to drink coffee?"  I said yes I have been drinking it since I was a baby.

I had to explain the cultural difference between my culture, which is also American and California's. The look on their faces was one I will never forget.

 

"Who has Control of Your Ovaries?"

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Double the Pleasure Oatmeal Cookies

Hi there, Diamond Glamour Girls,

There are fun things to offer your children in life.  Healthy nutritional food that makes them think they have the coolest mom in the world.  One of the things I did in life was try to make breakfast fun. One of the things I did was create nutritional breakfast that were not the traditional breakfast. Lets face it sometimes chilldren do not want to eat breakfast during those times in life I came up with creative recipes.  One of them is this cookie recipe.  You can adjust the sugar, by changing it to honey. Als when my children were younger I just cut some of it back.

Ingredients:   

1/2 cup rolled oaks

1/2 cup coaches oaks

1/2 cup brown sugar, firmly packed

1/2 cup granulated sugar

1/2 cup butter

1 egg

1 tsp. vanilla

1 Tbsp. milk

1 cup all purpose flour

1/2 tsp. baking soda

1/2 tsp. double acting baking powder

1/2 tsp. salt

1/2 cup - 1 cup chocolate chips, shredded coconut, or other flavoring

1.   Preheat oven to 350 F.  

2.   Cream together: butter, sugar, for about 30 seconds.

3.   Beat in eggs, vanilla, mile.

4.   Mix ust until smooth.

5.   In a separate bowl sift together flour, bakingsoda, baking powder and salt.

6.   Add the dry with wet inbredients and beat, carful not to overmix.

7.   Add oats and chocolate chips. (coconut or other flavoring)

8.   Drop by rounded teaspoons onto an ungreased cookie sheet or use parchent paper.

9.   Bake for 12-15 minutes or until golden brown.

10. Makes about 3 dozen cookies.