May the Blogosphere Shake in our Exuberance!

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Greetings and exuberant blessings be upon you!

I have news to share with you all, news which should cause a Great Shout of Rejoicing to tremble the foundations of the cyberworld.

Mama Lauser is having another little Lauser!

Let us all dance in joy and happiness, and then bow in prayer for the safekeeping of this new life that God has blessed us with. Mama has had two miscarriages since the twins were born seven years ago, and we are praying hard for the safety of this one.

Feel free to ask questions and in general celebrate. 😀

And before anyone asks, this is the eighth, and she is due in May.

Why Do I Want to be a Mom at Home?

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* chuckles * Ahem. Well, I don’t want to be a mom at home. But several of my friends do, and one of them gladly offered to write a guest post about it for me. Wasn’t that nice of her? Yes, it was.

Anyways, without further ado and preliminary pontification, here is Kaitlyn’s post.

In today’s rampant feministic culture, there are two terms viewed as the most degrading titles that could possibly be attached to womankind.  These are the “Stay at Home Mom” label, and the “Homemaker” designation.  These two words, when spoken, immediately lower your status as a woman.  Why is that?  When did fulfilling the most rewarding and influential job become a social death?

Being a Homemaker is one of the most rewarding jobs womankind can ever have. Society says you aren’t a productive, contributing member of the social order; I say, hogwash!  These women spend their lives pouring into the next generation.  How can there possibly be no power behind she who molds the future?

Society’s expectations require most people to sacrifice their own integrity and identity, turning them into something they are not, simply to fit a norm. If you don’t go out of your way to fit that norm, then you’re shunned. You have now fallen into a no-win situation.  We allow society to run our lives way too often. As humans we have a propensity to follow what culture says, not necessarily what we actually believe.

Let me ask you this; have you really looked at what society wants?  Do you want to be there for your daughter’s first laugh, her first steps, or would you rather have someone else tell you about them because you had to be in a corporate meeting?  In essence, when all is boiled down, you are being asked to give up your life with your child for a dog eat dog world.  For many it is a very hard decision, one with lasting effects either way, but one that is worth the contemplation. In my exodus from feminism, I have found that a child can never be replaced.  This is a serious issue we are discussing, one that often just gets swept under the rug.

I was once antagonistically challenged about why I wanted to be a Homemaker.  What glory could ever come from such a role?  In an effort to keep my tongue from running needlessly and becoming defensive towards my contender, I wrote this response:

A Homemaker?  Why?

In today’s culture I believe it is vitally important for a young woman to know why she wants to be a homemaker.  In response to said question I have thought out my answer.  I want to be a homemaker because…

I can stop my children at any time of day and say ‘Let us praise the Lord’.

We can lay by the fire and listen to Daddy reading from the Bible as our imaginations act out the story of David and Goliath.

I can be there whenever they need; I’m available for them at any time of day!

I can knit a feather soft blanket while I rock in my rocker, teaching a little one to read.

My children will get to lick bowls and spoons of chocolate cake batter (home made of course, and no white flour please!) and smile with chocolate covered lips.

We can play Legos on an old rag rug that we made ourselves.

We can finger paint.

I can make little iced cookies in the shape of hearts.  Then me and the little people who call me Mommy can sit down and eat them with the goat’s milk we milked ourselves.

We can play with peanut butter play dough and then eat everything we have constructed.

I can spend the time to make the house warm and inviting for the man of my castle who has spent a long hard day on the battle field.

I’ll get to be my husband’s wife, and not the boss’ secretary.

I can spend life with that special man and be his help mate.

I can learn to read my husband’s thoughts.

I can sprawl across my fourteen-year-old’s bed and just listen.

My boys can bring in frogs to show me, or display their 12’’ snake they just caught (no poisonous ones please, mommy doesn’t like that kind).

I can grab the camera and capture that Kodak moment of the boys in a full blown mud fight (no cow pies please boys).  I proceed to smile and shake my head; hand on my hip of course, at those mud spattered boys who want to come in my house.

Then I get to send them out to the hose and spray them off myself!

I can fill mason jars full of pretty honey jellies and preserves, then watch my six year old slather his whole wheat toast with it, licking his lips in anticipation.

We can catch tadpoles in the pond and watch them grow.

When we go shopping at the store I can proudly say, ‘Yes, they are all mine, and yes, we are having more!’

When the kids get sick I don’t have to call the baby sitter or cancel from work.  I can just nurture and comfort them without any hassle or groan.

We can snuggle on the couch under our thick colorful quilt and drink homemade chicken noodle soup from our favorite mug while watching Facing the Giants.

Snuggling is good for the soul!

We can go outside in the fresh snow and build a snow family.  Then we can come in and warm our hands around a nice big mug of hot honey cocoa.

I can crawl around on hands and knees in the garden looking for wooly worms with my ecstatic diapered helpers.

My two year old can kiss me whenever he wants, and I can kiss him whenever I want.

We can put vinegar and baking soda together into a jar and cap it with a balloon for our science experiment.

My little girls can come to me and ask how long to cook their stew.

My boys can bring me their newest addition of holey jeans to patch.

We can read G.A. Henty before nap-time; every child should grow up with those.

I can spend the time to French braid my little girl’s hair.

I can give my baby a bath and spend that extra moment just breathing in their fresh skin.

I can simply make the house feel like home.

I can dictate what I want to do and when.  How many high, well paid officials can do that?

I can be a role model for my girls.

I can raise my baby instead of the baby sitter or daycare doing it.

I will know where my little ones are and what they are doing because they’re with me.  I don’t have to ask “How was your day today?”  I already know!

I want to be a homemaker, because no one will know that man’s heart like me, and no one will have the hearts of our children but us (well, and Grandpa of course).

Don’t think I won’t be busy; my work is never done.  I will have “the time”, but not for worldly pursuits.  I will have the time for nurturing and growing, for teaching and training, for watching and raising my children to grow to maturity.  I will have “the time”` because I have made my family and my home my life.

I wear many corporate hats.  Teacher, Doctor, Psychologist, Therapist, Coach, Referee, etc.
I don’t put in a time card, my work is twenty four seven.  I don’t drive away for work; I need not leave my home to find my purpose.

My job is the most fulfilling womankind has ever known.  After all, my occupation is encapsulated in the beautiful words of Wife and Mommy.

Why will I be a homemaker?  Because I get to be at home, and that is just where God intended me to be.

Envy me my friend, or think ill of me for my choices, but never never pity me; for who could pity love?

I never received an answer to my letter.  Perhaps it was just as well, but let me ask you all a fundamental question.  When did it become wrong for a woman to spend her life loving and caring for her family?  When did it become wrong to be servants of the Lord pouring our lives into eternal souls who will not fade away with time?  The corporate world will one day end.  Will woman kind be found having poured their lives into objects that fade into dust?  Or will her legacy live on in the lives of her children and their children’s children?

Society looks on this role as demeaning, degrading to women.   I have found quite the opposite.  I view society’s demands that woman leave this sacred sphere of influence to be the height of degradation.  Give up my most sacred and glorified calling? For what, may I ask?  I’ve never found anything more rewarding then having my three year old sister run to me, her little arms entwined around my neck, her face nuzzled against me; and she’s not even my child.  I have never found anything that made me feel more loved or needed than my 16 month old brother grasping my finger, his heart rate easing as I softly sang to him in his times of distress.

I believe that women are very capable in the work place.  They are strong, intellectual, articulate, and devoted.  We as women want to change the world, make it a better place.  But I pose this closing thought to you.  Why isn’t strong, intellectual, articulate and devoted women changing their families vitally important?  They aren’t just changing their sphere of influence; they are crafting and molding the next generation, and, by default, the world and its future.  John Piper once said a mother on her knees had more power than any high dollar big shot in the corporate world.  When the women of our culture realizes that women have been changing the world for centuries in their homes and through their children, then we might see a massive change in our world as we know it.

Children need consistent and constant love and attention, parents united together to guide them through childhood so that they may learn to steer by the time they are adults.  Families now are broken apart, and that fragmentation is damaging for everyone. Mothers need to be a safe place for children again; a source of comfort and nurturing.  Fathers need to be a leader and sheltering protection from the harsh cruelties of the world their families are placed in.

When the world can see that it doesn’t have to be one or the other –changing the world or being a mom with a full time dedication to her family–then we will be making progress toward a more productive society.

-Kaitlyn

Deep in the heart of the Midwest, Kaitlyn tries to live out her life is service to her Lord and Savior as a writer and child of the Most High.  She juggles the many gift and passions the Lord has given her while remaining at home to help her family in their daily lives.  Kaitlyn is passionately committed to her younger homeschooled siblings, and is devoted to exposing the lies of the Feminist movement that so many young women and men buy into.  She blogs at http://prayforsamuelian.blogspot.com/

My New Mascot

Greetings all!

We just got a really nice package from some really nice friends of ours in the States (the Manns). One of the items in it was to me, from 5-year-old Matthew. It was a nice little bear (he sent me a few other things too, very nice). I am 20. A professional web designer and developer, a project leader and a rebelutionary. So what do I do with a little bear from a 5-year-old?

I make him into a mascot.

I am serious. I am very pleased with my little gift, and I really appreciate Matthew sharing one of his little toys with me. I am four times his age, but he is definitely one of my friends, and I enjoy talking to him over the internet.

Matthew is a perfect example of a principle that I hold very passionately: non-segregation of age.

I am just as comfortable talking to people who are 4 times my age as to people who are a quarter my age (talking to people my own age is a different story, but we shall pass that over for now). And I believe that is the way it should be. We should focus on family-to-family communication and not peer-to-peer communication. This is the way that God designed things to work.

My gift from and friendship with Matthew is also a prime example of something else that I love.

My online network: my overseas friends. I knows hundreds of people online that I would never know existed if it wasn’t for the internet. Most of my best friends are on the other side of the world (practically), and known entirely through the internet. It is a tremendous blessing from God that we are able to do that now. And Matthew is a prime example of that.

And so, in honor of these principles, and of Matthew (and in honor of the other 3-5 friends I have that are named ‘Matthew’), I am naming my new mascot ‘Matt.’