Day of Rest?

Do you actually make sure that Sunday (the Sabbath) is a day of rest?

What does the Sabbath or Day of Rest mean to you? Do you still toil in your labor? Do you take timeout to worship? Do you still go on living life as you do every other day?

Growing up my father took this Commandment very literally – he never missed a day of mass and did absolutely nothing else. And when I say nothing else, I mean it. He wouldn’t as much as pick up a screwdriver if a bolt had come loose on something important, it always had to wait until Monday.

Why do you think the Day of Rest is so important? Important enough God placed it rather high in the list of the Ten Commandments? Knowing God’s importance on a Day of Rest, how does that change your perspective?

Blog of Note I HAD to Share


A sweet neighborhood mom friend of mine wrote this post regarding Mother’s Day and the truth behind what most mothers feel. I absolutely loved it and couldn’t have said it better myself. Thank you Robin for writing such a poignant piece on the reality of what Mother’s Day should mean. Love, love, love it!

Her original post can be seen here, but I copied her article because I couldn’t wait to share it. Go show her some love. ~Kat

The Mother’s Day Secret

My goal for motherhood is fairly simple:  I want my children to walk through life secure in the knowledge that they are precious and loved.  A child who feels love gives love to others.  Teens who know their worth can say no to peer pressure when I’m not around.  A young person will have the courage to really go after their dreams.  An adult will do the hard, but right, thing and raise their own family with love.  An on it goes…

But I knew all that before I had kids.  What I didn’t know was how incredibly easy is to love your children.  How that love can overwhelm you in weirdest places – church Christmas pageants, swim lessons, the restroom of Target.  Usually the most public and embarrassing places possible.  I will just tear up, and my kids will look at me all worried, and they too young to explain that I am overwhelmed at the simple joy of them.  The very fact of their sweet existences.

Is every moment like that? No, of course not.  Do I get frustrated, stumped, and tired by them?  Lord yes.  But I get why older people always swoon over my kids.  Because I have feeling you forget all that.  And, if you do remember the hard stuff when you get older, I think it becomes inconsequential.  Because all those teary-eyed moments were the good stuff.  The stuff we hang onto.  I think that’s what they mean by their admonishments to cherish these years.

And I do.

Before I met my husband and had my kids, I wished for them.  On every penny I threw into a fountain.  On every star.  At every birthday.  And here they are today knocking themselves out to give me the perfect Mother’s Day, complete with enough quiet time to write this post.  While I do love and certainly appreciate all the little gifts of Mother’s Day, the fact that this day is mine to celebrate at all is what makes it for me.  That I have the responsibility of loving each of them is my gift.

That’s the secret of all mothers, I think.  The depth of our love is really known only to us, no matter how much or how many ways we try to convey that love to our children.  They will never really know or understand why we started crying when they sang, or clapped, or pooped in that Target potty.  How that was our good stuff.  But mostly they don’t know how their love filled us up so as mothers we suddenly became women secure in the knowledge that we were precious and loved, how amazing it was, and how they did it naturally – without any goal-setting at all.

  1. naptimedesign reblogged this from printjunkie and added:

    Love this Robin – I feel the same way and yet in the daily chaos we forget this idea of what really matters.

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Incredible Poem: “To My Grown-Up Son”

I came across this poem and it was bittersweet, inspiring and a bit heartbreaking at the same time. I think it speaks to women of any day and age, maybe more so in our time when we let busyness rule our lives.

To My Grown-Up Son

My hands were busy through the day

I didn’t have much time to play

The little games you asked me to,

I didn’t have much time for you.

I’d wash your clothes, I’d sew and cook,

But when you’d bring your picture book

And asked me please to share your fun,

I’d say, “A little later, Son.”

I’d tuck you in all safe at night

And hear your prayers, turn out the light,

Then tiptoe softly to the door…

I wish I’d stay a minute more.

For life is short, the years rush past…

A little boy grows up so fast.

No longer is he at your side,

His precious secrets to confide.

The picture books are put away,

There are no longer games to play,

No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear,

That all belongs to yesteryear.

My hands, once busy, now are still.

The days are long and hard to fill.

I wish I could go back and do

The little things you asked me to!

-Author Unknown

How did we go from this?


To this?


Let me know what you think.

20 Days and Counting…

Today has officially been 20 days since I deactivated my personal FB account and honestly I feel more free and more productive than I have been in years. I do feel a little out of touch with what my friends are doing, but there is this amazing thing – a phone –  I text, email or call to see what’s going on with them, I get outside and talk to them – I know fascinating discovery, but yes, it is there. What would you do with a social media hiatus of sorts – know thankfully I still have Twitter and all the other networks I use, but I can say that fleeing FB has been freeing… Anyone care to join me?

Bye Bye FB!

      Sometimes we have to say, “Sayonara” to too much of a good thing and sometimes we need to celebrate the Lenten season sooner than Easter. Yes, I know, I am a social media-lite momma, but am taking a different approach using my blog, and twitter to gain readership and after much thought, I am giving up FB for a while. I want to focus on my family, my blog, my writing and so many other things that bring me great joy – FB is sucking the life and time out of me. I still have access to the many pages I manage, but my personal page will go away for a while. The great news is I hope to encourage readership on this blog and my family blog and put FB wasted efforts into improving the life I think is already great. I hope you can keep with me on this journey and “Like” my “It’s Kat’s Life” Facebook page to keep up with all my posts. Hope today is a great one!

Well, well, well… Is this your first rodeo?

What I feel like most days (no disrespect to the lady pictured above…)

     Let me start by saying, I’ve blogged for as long as I knew it was called blogging, but now things are changing. This isn’t my first rodeo, friends. I live a wild and crazy life – I drive an SUV filled with carseats and booster seats, I over commit, over do it and often run out of time.  So, welcome to my ride – I am a usually Type A, overachiever with ADD (un medicated) – try that on for size – not easy. Most of the books on my shelf have a bookmark in them half way through, my office gets destroyed weekly to be re-organized and I pile on much more than I can ever carry. I have a dry sense of humor and sometimes the maturity of a 12 year old boy. Don’t ask on that one and I will apologize now for offending someone – it isn’t usually an “if” and more of a “when”. Here goes nothing – or a whole lot of something, however you chose to take it. I want to blog about life, love, parenting, crafting, fashion and so many of things in life we all love or chose to ignore.

Hope you join me on this fun and crazy ride called life and blogging all about it. I’m inspired – how ’bout you?

Me at my best – not everyday! HA!


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