MOTHERHOOD

"About every true mother there is a sancity of martyrdom-
and when she is no more in the body, her children see her with
the ring of light around her head."

Godey's Lady's Book, 1867

THE ART OF DOMESTIC BLISS

.....in a time lacking in certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of it's lost heart. -Louise Bogan
“And there are my children!
My darling, precious children!
For their sakes I am continually constrained
to seek after an amended, a sanctified life;
what I want them to become
I must become myself”.

~ Elizabeth Prentiss, Stepping Heavenward

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Difficult Days.... When Illness Strikes (The sniffles are visiting our home)




















When a child is sick and confined to bed..it calls for a Mother to comfort with special traditions that foster peace and recovery. Some special treats can be set aside for days like these. A little bright colored box of tissues, a box containing favorite books,color books and crayons and puzzles. Mother can fluff up some pillows and put on fresh sheets to cheer her little one. Mother can pull up a chair and finish some craft like crocheting or cross stitch while a child looks through family photo albums. Mother can also tidy the sick child's room this often lifts spirits. A silver bell a glass of juice and a small vase of flowers all bring comfort. And this tradition builds security and love. My personal favorite is to make a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup with homemade noodles. Here is the recipe and directions.
CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP WITH HOMEMADE
NOODLES
HOMEMADE NOODLES:
2 eggs, beaten
3 tbsp. milk
1 to 2 c. flour (or enough to make a stiff paste)
2 tsp. baking powder
Dash of salt
Combine. Roll out real thin and cut into strips. Then lay on towel to dry. Let dry approximately 1 hour. Bring water to boil, boil until tender.

Bake 1 whole chicken, saving the juices. After done, let chicken cool and remove meat from chicken, cutting into bite-size pieces. Add desired amount of water to remaining chicken broth. Add noodles, chicken, celery and carrots. If desired, you may make dumplings and add to soup.




The Royal Belfast Hospital in Ireland for Sick Children opened in 1873. The hospital opened with nine beds, to which nine more were added soon after. The institution was operated "first to provide medical treatment for the sick children of the poor; second to diffuse. . . a knowledge of the proper management of young children in health and sickness; and third, to promote the advancement of medical science with references to the diseases of infancy and childhood." "The hospital wards will be devoted to the treatment of all diseases affecting little sufferers under ten years of age." "All deserving patients will be prescribed for and get medicines gratuitously...
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  1. Clay & SaraMarch 3, 2010 at 2:11 AM

    I hope the sniffles leave your home soon & everyone stays well! What a cute blog! :)

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An Island of Security....A Mother at Home

Very largely does the wife hold in her hands, as a sacred trust, the happiness and the highest good of the hearts that nestle there. In the last analysis, home happiness depends on the wife.
  • Her spirit gives the home its atmosphere.
  • Her hands fashion its beauty.
  • Her heart makes its love.
And the end is so worthy, so noble, so divine, that no woman who has been called to be a wife, and has listened to the call, should consider any price too great to pay, to be . . .

the light,
the joy,
the blessing,
the inspiration,
of a home.

The woman who makes a sweet, beautiful home, filling it with love and prayer and purity, is doing something better than anything else her hands could find to do beneath the skies.

A true mother is one of the holiest secrets of home happiness.

God sends many beautiful things to this world,

many noble gifts;

but no blessing is richer than that which He bestows

in a mother

who has learned love's lessons well,

and has realized something of the meaning

of her sacred calling.










~ J. R. Miller, "Secrets of Happy Home Life, 1894" ~

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