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"I’ve always wanted to be a Mama—that’s why it shocked me and when all I seemed to hear from so many people—even strangers was,
“just wait..”
wait until you have to wake up every hour
wait until they are screaming their head off
wait until you have no social life
wait until you get pooped on all the time
you’ll never shower
you’ll never go out with your husband again
you’ll never sleep again
Basically—your life is over kinda thing.
No encouragement. No talk of all the beautiful, wonderful parts about becoming a mother.
I wish people had told me this. So I’m sharing it with you—
Wait until you smell that sweet newborn smell
Wait you kiss their tiny head
Wait until you nuzzle your nose against theirs
Wait until they smile at your voice
Wait until it’s 2:35am and it’s just the two of you awake together while you nurse him
Wait until you see your husband hold your baby for the first time
Wait until _
I really don’t know why it always has to be the horrors that people share with new moms to be.
We know it’s going to change our lives forever, that we are going to lose sleep, that yes, it’s even going to be hard sometimes.
But can we just talk about the beautiful parts too?
Every day has different levels of tired, maybe that laundry didn’t get switched over when you wanted it to...but I’m learning that these days are short, and motherhood is beautiful. So being tired sometimes—it pales in comparison to everything else.
Look forward to the beautiful parts ♥️"
📸 and words from @the.little.bostons
“just wait..”
wait until you have to wake up every hour
wait until they are screaming their head off
wait until you have no social life
wait until you get pooped on all the time
you’ll never shower
you’ll never go out with your husband again
you’ll never sleep again
Basically—your life is over kinda thing.
No encouragement. No talk of all the beautiful, wonderful parts about becoming a mother.
I wish people had told me this. So I’m sharing it with you—
Wait until you smell that sweet newborn smell
Wait you kiss their tiny head
Wait until you nuzzle your nose against theirs
Wait until they smile at your voice
Wait until it’s 2:35am and it’s just the two of you awake together while you nurse him
Wait until you see your husband hold your baby for the first time
Wait until _
I really don’t know why it always has to be the horrors that people share with new moms to be.
We know it’s going to change our lives forever, that we are going to lose sleep, that yes, it’s even going to be hard sometimes.
But can we just talk about the beautiful parts too?
Every day has different levels of tired, maybe that laundry didn’t get switched over when you wanted it to...but I’m learning that these days are short, and motherhood is beautiful. So being tired sometimes—it pales in comparison to everything else.
Look forward to the beautiful parts ♥️"
📸 and words from @the.little.bostons
Forwarded from Catholic Femininity Realm
Secret of the Rosary by Louis de Montfort.pdf
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A very good read.
Forwarded from Helferin: Female Support Squad (FSS)
In sunlight, or darkest night, you’ve stood by my side through every struggle, and all strife. A winters wind, a summer gale, should the earth quake or the sky wail…I know where I’ll find you. I have only to reach over from beside you, and seek you there, your hand in mine, until the weathers fair. 🌞 🌝 ☔️
True Love is not a rush of feelings as our world and the flesh would have you believe, but a faith all it’s own, a standing ground you hold against all things, so that when your partner weakens and falls they find themselves caught up against you, and not thrashed about in the storm outside. Your relationship, your marriage is a haven, protect it from outside threats with all you are, consider all interlopers enemies and only open the door to Christ and your husband or wife. Do not place your children, your work, the material or any other worldly thing over your spouse, make the choice to stand beside them even when it is most hard and your love will withstand the test of time and be true. 🤍💪🏻
True Love is not a rush of feelings as our world and the flesh would have you believe, but a faith all it’s own, a standing ground you hold against all things, so that when your partner weakens and falls they find themselves caught up against you, and not thrashed about in the storm outside. Your relationship, your marriage is a haven, protect it from outside threats with all you are, consider all interlopers enemies and only open the door to Christ and your husband or wife. Do not place your children, your work, the material or any other worldly thing over your spouse, make the choice to stand beside them even when it is most hard and your love will withstand the test of time and be true. 🤍💪🏻
Forwarded from Music for Catholics
Vargsången a Nordic Lullaby
English translation
The Wolf Song
The wolf is howling in the forest of the night
He wants to, but cannot sleep
The hunger tears his wolven stomach
And it's cold in his burrow
Wolf, wolf, don't you come here
I will never let you take my child
The wolf is howling in the forest of the night
Howling out of hunger and moaning
But I will give him a pig tail
Which suits a wolven stomach
Wolf, wolf, don't you come here
I will never let you take my child
The wolf is howling in the forest of the night
He wants to, but cannot sleep
The hunger tears his wolven stomach
And it's cold in his burrow
English translation
The Wolf Song
The wolf is howling in the forest of the night
He wants to, but cannot sleep
The hunger tears his wolven stomach
And it's cold in his burrow
Wolf, wolf, don't you come here
I will never let you take my child
The wolf is howling in the forest of the night
Howling out of hunger and moaning
But I will give him a pig tail
Which suits a wolven stomach
Wolf, wolf, don't you come here
I will never let you take my child
The wolf is howling in the forest of the night
He wants to, but cannot sleep
The hunger tears his wolven stomach
And it's cold in his burrow