A Laborious Meme

Shannon at Rocks In My Dryer is hosting a meme for Labor Day about labor — the kind that results in delivering a child.

Moms do like to talk about labor. I think it is kind of like men’s war stories. It’s something we were afraid of, faced, and survived, and each one is unique…at least for most of us. I did have one friend who said that every time when she was dilated 3 cm, this happened, and then when she was dilated 6 cm, that would happen, etc. I thought it must be nice to have such a regular system! Each one of mine was different.

Here are the questions:

How long were your labors?

Kid #1, about 9 hours.
Kid #2, about 6 hours
Kid #3, 2 weeks. 8 1/2 hours, I think.

How did you know you were in labor?

Kid #1, water breaking.
Kid #2, I was expecting my water to break since that had happened with #1, so it took a while for it to dawn on my that I was having contractions. They had to break the water manually later on.
Kid #3, when the drugs kicked in. I had to be induced: I’d had little things going on for a couple of weeks, but labor just wouldn’t start, and he was 13 days overdue.

Where did you deliver?

Kids #1 and 2, in a very small hospital on the campus of my alma mater. Very cozy.
Kid #3, in a women’s hospital due to his size and overdueness.

Drugs?

I had to have Pitocen with each one as my labor would peter out, a little earlier with each one. No epidurals — I know people rave about them, but I knew a couple of people who had had problems with them, and I was kind of afraid of them. Just had a “local” shot with each one just before delivery.

C-section?

No, thankfully.

Who delivered?

Beloved Christian doctors. We were with the same practice in the same town for all three. One doctor delivered #1 and 3 while the other delivered #2.

Just a little funny story in connection with Jesse’s birth: He ended up being 12 lbs. I don’t know how: I did not have gestational diabetes with him as I had with Jason and my weight gain was the most moderate of the three (and all the rest of his life he has been the skinniest of us all!). He was born in a women’s hospital where the only children patients were newborns, so they only had newborn diapers, but those wouldn’t fit him, so someone had to go out and buy the next size. When Jim went to the hospital cafeteria, he overheard one hospital employee saying to the other, “Did you hear we had a 12-pounder today?”

Shannon has set up a Mr. Linky if you’d like to read other labor stories or link up to your own.

The King of Love

One of my favorite hymns:

The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never,
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.

Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing, brought me.

In death’s dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.

Thou spread’st a table in my sight;
Thy unction grace bestoweth;
And O what transport of delight
From Thy pure chalice floweth!

And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever.

~ Henry W. Baker

A beautiful rendition of it is here.

Saturday Funnies: All-Purpose Excuse Form

I found this in my files, but I don’t know the source. It’s hilarious (as a joke, of course, and not a substitute for a genuine apology).

Here is the All Purpose Excuse Form, designed to get you out of the trouble you’ve gotten yourself into. Where there’s a multiple choice, pick the one that works best for your situation and just go with it. You’ll be surprised how effective this form can be if you just let your instincts guide you!

Dear

a) Mom,
b) Dad,
c) love of my life,
d) Assistant Principal,
e) Local Police Chief,

Words cannot begin to express how sorry I am that your

a) car
b) house
c) pet
d) espresso maker
e) left arm

was severely damaged by my

a) infantile
b) puerile
c) inept
d) comically brilliant but nonetheless sadistic
e) woefully under appreciated

prank. How could I have known that the

a) car
b) jet ski
c) large helium balloon
d) rodent driven sledge
e) Zamboni

I was riding in would go so far out of control? And while it is true that I should not have pointed it in the direction of your

a) house,
b) wife,
c) Cub Scout troop,
d) 1/16th sized replica of the Statue of Liberty, complete with light bulb in the torch,
e) priceless collection of Coca-Cola bottles,

you must understand that it was all meant in fun. The subsequent carnage that I caused is beyond my ability to

a) imagine,
b) fathom,
c) comprehend,
d) appreciate,
e) pay for,

and I must therefore humbly ask your forgiveness. I know that you are perfectly within your rights to

a) hate me,
b) sue me,
c) spank me,
d) take my firstborn,
e) gouge out my eyes with spoons and feed them to the fish in your koi pond,

but I ask you to remember all the good times we’ve had, joshing around at

a) school
b) work
c) church
d) the bowling alley
e) the municipal jail

and to remember that I am first and foremost your

a) friend
b) child
c) sibling
d) lease co-signer
e) only possible match should you ever need a bone marrow transplant.

I think that counts for more than one prank, especially one that

a) was so stupid.
b) was so silly.
c) would have been funny if it worked.
d) you would have done, if you had thought of it first.
e) I’m going to use again on someone else.

Sincerely,

Enter name here (or alias): ________________________

Poetry Friday

Seeing Poetry Friday around the Internet has revived my love of poetry. I never really stopped loving it, but I stopped exploring it, content when a gem was found in my path. But now I am going back to old favorites and finding new ones.

One of the poets I most enjoyed learning about while I was in college was John Donne, an Anglican priest converted from Roman Catholicism, who is known as a metaphysical poet. According to this article that simply means he compared “two vastly unlike ideas into a single idea, often using imagery,” as opposed to “the conceits found in other Elizabethan poetry, most notably Petrarchan conceits, which formed clichéd comparisons between more closely related objects (such as a rose and love).” Most of his poems focus on love, death, or religion, the last “a matter of great importance to Donne. Donne argued that it was better carefully to examine one’s religious convictions than blindly to follow any established tradition, for none would be saved at the Final Judgment by claiming ‘a Philip, or a Gregory, A Harry, or a Martin taught [them] this‘” (Greenblatt, Stephen. The Norton anthology of English literature Eighth edition. W. W. Norton and Company, 2006. pp. 600–602.)

I enjoyed reading several of Donne’s poems, but the one I wanted to share today is “A Hymn to God the Father”:

Wilt thou forgive that sin, where I begun,
which is my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive those sins through which I run,
and do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
for I have more.

Wilt thou forgive that sin, by which I won
others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did not shun
a year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
for I have more.

I have a sin of fear that when I’ve spun
my last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son
shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore.
And having done that, thou hast done,
I fear no more.

According to this source, the multiple use of the word “done” was a play on his own name, which was pronounced the same way. I think many Christians have gone through this process of confessing sin only to realize “I have more,” but thank God “where sin abounded, grace did much more abound: That as sin hath reigned unto death, even so might grace reign through righteousness unto eternal life by Jesus Christ our Lord” (Romans 5: 20b-21.)

Poetry Friday is hosted at Charlotte’s Library today.

By the way, Poetry Friday participants are very careful about copyright restrictions: if I refer to a modern poem and would deprive the author of potential income by copying his poem, I would only quote a few lines and link back to his site. But with older poems like this, they are quoted in multiple places on the Internet and in textbooks, and the copyrights involved, as far as I can tell, apply to the text about the poem rather than the original poem (and if I quote any of their comments I link back to them as well). Someone please correct me if I am wrong on that understanding.

Show and Tell Friday: Music Box

Kelli at There’s No Place Like Home hosts “Show and Tell Friday” asking Do you have a something special to share with us? It could be a trinket from grade school, a piece of jewelry, an antique find. Your show and tell can be old or new. Use your imagination and dig through those old boxes in your closet if you have to! Feel free to share pictures and if there’s a story behind your special something, that’s even better! If you would like to join in, all you have to do is post your “Show and Tell” on your blog, copy the post link, come over here and add it to Mr. Linky. Guidelines are here.

My good friend Carol and I went out to lunch Tuesday for what I thought was a “catch up with each other” time, but she had actually planned it as a belated birthday gift. Of course, we did catch up with each other too, which was the best part, and enjoyed the reopening of one of our favorite restaurants. Carol also gave me a birthday gift then:

Music box

It’s not only a lovely box, but a music box:

Music box

It plays “Great Is Thy Faithfulness.” I’m not quite sure where to put it and what to put in it yet, but I love it. 🙂 It fits right in with my decor.

I also wanted to show the updated progress on the cross stitch piece I am working on for those who might be interested. I enjoy seeing works-in-progress of others, so I thought some might like to see how this is coming along.

Cross stitch progress

The pitcher there looks a little similar to the one on the music box, doesn’t it?

You can find other show and tell entries or join in on the fun at Kelli’s. One reason I enjoy this meme is not just to see nice “stuff,” though that’s fun, too, but because it’s a nice way to get to know blogging friends by seeing what is special in their lives.

This and that

Punctuation makes all the difference! One of the last things I do at night is read the evening portion of Daily Light on the Daily Path. I don’t usually take my little cheapie reading glasses up to my bedroom for that: the print is large enough that I can usually make it out. I misread the opening verse in last night’s section as, “What meanest thou, O sleeper arise?” I thought, “Hmm, I don’t remember that one.” A closer look revealed it was actually, “What meanest thou, O sleeper? arise” from Jonah 1:6. The former is what I might say in King James’ time if someone woke me up too early.

Excitement at Grandma’s. We had a tornado warning Tuesday afternoon, sirens going off and everything. I wondered how they handled that at the assisted living place. The next day I found out that they have the residents come out into the hallways: there is a hallway that runs around the building with residents’ rooms on the outside and the library, laundry, salon, etc. in the center. Then yesterday my mil said they all had to go out of the building across into the grassy area because there was “some kind of threat,” though she didn’t know or remember just what it was. I wondered what kind of threat they could have had and asked the med tech when she came around: turns out it was just a fire drill. Some of the residents get upset by a change in routine, but my mil thought it was an interesting change of pace, something to break up the monotony. 🙂

Sometimes she talks about enjoying a “life of luxury” with all the time in the world to enjoy her favorite pastime (reading) without having to think about cooking or cleaning, but other times she admits to getting bored and lonely occasionally. Yet still when they have any kind of activity, even a time yesterday of celebrating all the birthdays for the month with cake and ice cream, she declines to go except for maybe twice now in the past two months. One of the staff members popped in while I was there yesterday to discuss something else, and when she realized that Mom hadn’t gone down to the birthday celebration, she said next time she’d go down and encourage her to go. I think if one of them just pops her head in the door to let Mom know there is something going on, she’ll decline just out of habit: she says she’s “too lazy.” But this lady had the type of personality that seemed like she could cheerfully invite without being overbearing.

Orthodontia, take 3. Jesse had his evaluation yesterday with the same orthodontist his brothers had, Dr. Smiley (a good name to go with that profession. 🙂 ) Oddly enough, he has the exact opposite problem they did. They had overbites; he has an underbite as far as his jaw structure goes, but his bottom teeth don’t protrude because they have turned sidewaysand bent back in some cases. Dr. Smiley said with this particular type of problem, they could straighten the teeth but it could all go back since he is still growing, and it might be best to wait until his later teens when his growth has plateaued. They did all the diagnostic tests yesterday and we’ll go back in a couple of weeks to see what his recommendation is.

Decorating style. I saw a link at Lifenut‘s to this pictorial quiz to determine your decorating style. The pictures are lovely, though a little too small to see the details, so I just went by impression on some of them. My results, though, instead of saying “romantic” or “cottage” style, said “Lady of the Manor”:

When it comes to all household, interior design and decorating decisions, you are in control, you are in charge. Your house is your domain. Everything – and we mean everything – has been lovingly attended to, right down to the finer details. There’s no such thing as too pretty in your book, and probably never too much pink or pomp either.

Well, the parts about pretty, pink, and details are fairly accurate, but I am uncomfortable with the emphasis on “control.” I happen to be the only lady of the manor, and menfolk generally don’t care too much about decorating, so that’s my domain. My husband and I do consult together and shop for big items together. The boys aren’t terribly interested except they don’t like “all the flowers,” so I have made a concerted effort to have the bathrooms and family rooms not quite so feminine-looking. They also give you a little blurb about your style in each room. Here’s what they say about my living room style:

You love to indulge the senses, to pamper and prettify…curvaceous sofas and generously comfortable upholstery, and an eye that misses nothing. There’s no doubt who’s the mistress of the house! The countryside is frequently an inspiration, and country-style accessories work incredibly well. There’s nothing prettier than an earthenware jug or a simple slipware vase filled with fresh flowers. Pastel pinks and yellows give the room a fresh, feminine feel, while floral prints and textiles are pretty and perennially appealing. Curled up on the sofa with a good book, your living room’s the perfect place for some “me-time”.

Pretty accurate, again, except I don’t like yellow. Here’s my actual living room:
Living room, left side

It was a fun exercise, though it didn’t really tell me anything I didn’t know. I was hoping it would identify what my “style” was — I’ve often said I am somewhere between country and Victorian.

Crafty giveaway! One of the craft blogs I read, Skip to My Lou, linked to a giveaway at a new-to-me family fun blog, Vanilla Joy. There is a giveaway for every day this week — a Cricut (today’s the last day for that, and that’s a big one!), and other assorted scrapbooking and craft tools each day.

Hmm…these little jottings have grown into a much longer post than originally intended! I could take all the decorating part out for another separate post later on — but I think I’ll just leave it as is. But I will stop now. Have a good day!

Booking Through Thursday and a Book Meme

btt button

The Booking Through Thursday question for today is:

If you’re anything like me, one of your favorite reasons to read is for the story. Not for the character development and interaction. Not because of the descriptive, emotive powers of the writer. Not because of deep, literary meaning hidden beneath layers of metaphor. (Even though those are all good things.) No … it’s because you want to know what happens next?

Or, um, is it just me?

Actually, I love to read for all those reasons. I have enjoyed the character development in some books even when I wasn’t thrilled with the story. I enjoy a writer who has a good balance of “descriptive, emotive powers” — either of those can be overdone, but when they are done well, they add much to the enjoyment of a book. I love deep meanings and metaphor, again, when they are done well and balanced: when they are too subtle or too obvious, they take away from the story.

But of all those elements, I would have to say the “what comes next” is probably what keeps me most engaged. Character development is probably close to equal of that, but the other elements fall a little flat if the story itself isn’t very good, though they may provide pockets of enjoyment.

I wanted to combine BTT with a book game I saw referenced at Deena‘s (just so as not to have too many posts in one day, as I am working on another one after this): Adam at Letters on Pages wants to know what our favorite biographies and religious books are here.

Well, anyone who reads here much knows I love Christian biographies, especially those of missionaries. It would be hard to narrow it down to one, but if I had to, it would be Amy Carmichael of Dohnavur by Frank Houghton. And my favorite religious nonfiction book, aside from the Bible, would be Changed Into His Image by Jim Berg. One of my earliest posts on my blog was a list of favorite non-fiction books, here.

What’s On Your Nighstand?

What's On Your Nightstand
The folks at 5 Minutes For Books host What’s On Your Nightstand? the last Tuesday of each month in which we can share about the books we have been reading and plan to read. You can learn more about it by clicking the link or the button.

I just finished To Kill a Mockingbird and published a review this morning before seeing this carnival. Over the past few years I have been making my way through some classics I had missed. There was no particular reason for choosing this one at this time — it was just on my mental list of classics to explore.

This month I also read It Happens Every Spring, coauthored by Gary Chapman and Catherine Palmer, the first of a series, in order to illustrate through fiction some of Chapman’s teachings about dealing with seasons of marriage. I didn’t realize that most of the series had already been published — I had thought this was a brand new book. So I will definitely be looking for the next ones. I picked it up because I had read and enjoyed many of Catherine Palmer’s other books. She’s quite a prolific author and covers a great variety of settings, but for some reason she’s not an author you hear about as much as some others. My review of this book is here.

I am currently rereading Simple Gifts by Lori Copeland, about a woman from a quite unconventional family — raised by two elderly aunts since her parents were both mentally challenged — who, in trying to get away makes some serious mistakes. Though the main character has many serious issues to face, the book is quite funny. I volunteered to review it for another site, but I am ashamed to say I just didn’t get around to it after reading the book, so I am rereading it to refresh my memory. It was my first reading experience with Lori, and I enjoyed it a lot — and am enjoying it again.

Waiting for me are two other books, Thread of Deceit by Catherine Palmer and Home to Hart’s Crossing by Robin Lee Hatcher, that I bought at the same time as It Happens Every Spring. I have also been wanting to reread To the Golden Shore by Courtney Anderson about the life of America’s first missionary, Adoniram Judson. It is one of my missions in life to encourage people to read missionary biographies old and new. I can’t adequately express what God has done in my heart through such books. Due out this month are two anticipated sequels, The Longing, from The Courtship of Nellie Fisher series by Beverly Lewis, and Sunset by Karen Kingsbury, I believe the last in the long series of series about the Baxter family. I am not sure which classic I will explore next: I have been wanting to reread Les Miserables by Victor Hugo, so I may do that.

It’s looking to be a great reading month!

To join in or see what is on other people’s nightstands, go here.

Book Review: To Kill a Mockingbird

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee is ostensibly about a white man defending a black man accused of raping a white girl in the Alabama of the 1930s. But it has so many more layers. It is about irrational and ludicrous attitudes of the pre-civil rights south. It is also about one decent man trying to do the right thing and about children discovering the strength of character of their father.

The story is told through the eyes of Scout, the young daughter of wise, warm, and gentle lawyer, Atticus Finch. The events of the story take place from her sixth to almost ninth year, and at first the book seems a memoir to carefree childhood as she and her older brother Jem and friend Dill fabricate new schemes to try to see elusive neighbor Boo Radley or to entice him out of his house. In fact, at first I was tempted to grow impatient with this part of the book, wondering when we were going to get to the “real” story, but I had faith that the author had a a purpose to this section. And, indeed, we are introduced to the family, neighbors, town and culture. Most of all, the character of Atticus is revealed through small conversations and interchanges.

Slowly awareness begins to dawn that trouble is brewing for Scout’s father. When she hears him being defamed, she defends his honor the only way she knows how, by fighting. Atticus tells Scout, “You might hear some ugly talk about it at school, but do one thing for me if you will: you just hold your head high and keep those fists down. No matter what anybody says to you, don’t let ’em get your goat. Try fighting with your head for a change…it’s a good one even if it does resist learning.” She later overhears a conversation he has with his brother about the case, the impossibility of it but the necessity of it, the fact his children are going to have a hard time of it, but he hopes they come through without bitterness and without the prejudices of the town, then he calls to her in her hideout and tells her to go on to bed. She says, “I never figured out how Atticus knew I was listening, and it was not until many years later that I realized he wanted me to hear every word he said.”Later he tells her, “It’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you.”

So often we want to make things as easy for our children as possible, but I was impressed that Atticus wanted his children to face the coming trials with self-control, and in addition he wanted them to love and respect their friends and neighbors even when they were in the wrong. Fighting injustice, even in people’s hearts, doesn’t justify hating those people.

It was an interesting choice, and a wise one, for the author to tell the story through a child’s eyes, through the gradual unfolding of understanding and conscience. To a child’s mind, a teacher’s denouncing of Hitler’s treatment of the Jews doesn’t line up with her disparaging remarks about black people, and the point is made in all its truth and simplicity without being didactic.

It’s sad that the book has sometimes been banned for its portrayal of black people when part of the author’s intent was to defend black people and to speak against prejudice. Her portrayal is a sketch of how it was, not how it should be. I can see holding off the reading of it for younger people. The themes are definitely for a mature reader. There is a smattering of bad language, the bulk of which occurs when Scout is trying to convince her father she picked up such words at school in the hope that he won’t send her back. I wish that language was not there, both because I don’t want to hear it, and because it is not necessary, and because it keeps some from the book who would otherwise enjoy it. I did grow up in a non-Christian family and I do know some people speak that way in real life, but still I don’t want to put such things in my mind. Normally I avoid books with bad language, but I did want to explore this classic.

For such serious and awful subject themes, there is a lot of humor and warmth in the book. I enjoyed the author’s irony and subtlety. Before reading the book, I could not understand how the title related to the subject, but it becomes clear when Atticus explains to his children why it is a sin to kill a mockingbird.

I just watched the film for the first time last night. Gregory Peck is perfectly cast as Atticus. Of course, in the limited time frame of a film, many scenes were left out, and, as usual, reading the book is a much richer experience, but I did enjoy the film, too.

(This review will be linked to Semicolon‘s weekly book reviews on Saturday.)

The Simple Woman’s Daybook

Outside My Window...it’s a little overcast. Hopefully we’ll get some much-needed rain today.

I am thinking… about the mixed emotions I have with school starting (first full day today). I am glad to have some quiet hours back in my day, but I really do like the more relaxed pace of summer. We probably do better with a little more structure in our schedule, but when all of a sudden there is a folder full of details to tend to, dates to mark, papers to read and sign and return, etc., etc., I feel like I am swatting a swarm of mosquitoes mentally.

I am thankful… that the Lord’s mercies are new every morning.

From the kitchen
…I am thinking about stromboli tonight. I need to get back into regular menu planning.

I am wearing… a lavender plaid seersucker dress.

I am creating… hopefully a little more order, hopefully curtains this week. I am still working on my cross stitch piece as well, though I laid it aside for a few evenings to catch up on things like clipping coupons and going through cooking magazines and some of my other “relaxing in the evening” tasks.

I am going… out to lunch with a good friend tomorrow to one of our favorite restaurants which had closed but recently reopened.

I am reading…I finished To Kill a Mockingbird Saturday (review coming soon!) and I am still working on Simple Gifts by Lori Copeland. I have been wanting to reread To the Golden Shore about America’s first missionary, Adoniram Judson, so I think I will start that next.

I am hoping… that a friend is able to get back into school this semester…either that the Lord will provide the finances or the business office will be merciful (I had this on last week’s daybook. but I am still hoping and praying!)

I am hearing… my husband typing and another neighbor hammering (but a different one than the one who was hammering last week!).

Around the house…I need to catch up on the to-do list leftover from last week. 🙂

One of my favorite things… is eating out. 🙂

A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: actually on of the first things I need to do today is make a list of things I need to do and then prioritize and strategize. With school starting, our schedule is a little different, and my mind is swirling with things that need to be done and things I’d like to get done. For some reason I am having a great urge to clear out “stuff” (maybe because my my living room closet and a couple of kitchen cabinets are overflowing?), but before I tear into that I need to look at the big picture.

Here is picture thought I am sharing…from my birthday. The first one is during the “Happy Birthday” serenade in which Jesse is waxing operatic. 🙂 I am looking at Jason — I am not sure what he was doing or why I have that expression!

Birthday serenade

Here Jim and his mom are listening to Jason play the piano. I just like the way they look here.

Jim and his mom

More Daybook participants are at our hostess’s site, The Simple Woman.

Edited to add: I’m sorry I forgot to mention that my oldest son Jeremy took these pictures. He did a great job!