tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85297575919895393482024-03-13T15:42:09.461-04:00The Reynolds NationFive kids...each one it's own variety. Lots of laughter, joy and fun times. A life following Jesus...being a Jesus lover. Raising these incredible individuals and leading them towards their destiny. Stop on by, settle in for a bit and share bits and pieces of our life.Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.comBlogger838125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-54011214568267561172020-01-05T09:45:00.000-05:002020-01-05T09:45:11.523-05:002020...What does that look like to you? I am ready to BLOOM!As I sit here at my desk, we have already gone through the first few days of 2020. I keep shaking my head when I think that we are already 20 years into this century. Doesn't it feel like moments ago we were talking about Y2K? So much has happened since then. Matthew and I were talking just this morning that I will turn 45 this year, and how half of my 40s will be over and how fast they have gone. And how difficult they have been. But I have hope. I never lose hope. I got that from my mom. I am expecting a great year. Not because I think I won't have trials this year, it's because I am stronger than ever before.<br />
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So, a few days ago I was listening to something. I can't even remember what it was. But I heard the word BLOOM. And I instantly knew God was saying that this is my word for the year. I don't always take a word for the year, but I knew God was speaking to me. He told me that this is my year to BLOOM. The old is put away and the new is coming. I am walking in strength and power. I am a different person. So, it's time to walk solidly in that. <br />
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I am ready to BLOOM:<br />
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With my marriage. With my children. In my new home in Florida. In tutoring. In exercise. In weight loss. With writing. With finishing out my years of homeschooling. With bible study/knowledge of the word. In my prayer life. In loving others.<br />
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Do you have a word for the year? Where are you ready to BLOOM?<br />
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Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-65489152289694103152019-09-05T20:33:00.000-04:002019-09-05T21:20:55.825-04:00Pulling Myself Out of the Deepest, Darkest Depression...My Story <br />
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This post has been churning in me for months and knew that I wanted to write it and post it one day. I have been very open and honest about where I have been at the last few years, so some of what I write today may not be a surprise to anyone. Either way, I hope it brings help and healing and promise to some of you.<br />
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Two years and ten months ago my husband and I had just got into bed. It wasn't very late...maybe around 10pm. Life had been busy...he had just flown in that morning. He was long distance commuting between Florida and North Carolina with his job. I had picked him up that morning in the Greenville, South Carolina airport and then we headed to a swim meet in the same town for our daughter, Esther. We were there most of the day...stopping at some stores before we headed back to our home in North Carolina. I hadn't talked to my mom in a few days, which was rare. I was super busy and she hadn't called me either. I called her, and she didn't answer. She never returned my call. I called my brother early that evening and asked him if he had talked to mom. He hadn't either, but would try to connect with her. I headed to a campfire event that we had with our high schoolers. Jason called me back and he connected with a friend at the Eagles club and our mom had been there...and just had left. I felt good about that and figured that I would try to connect with her in the morning. Little did we know that she was headed to the hospital. Knowing my mom, who was extremely private, she didn't want to worry us and would call us later. Within an hour of my mom stepping into the hospital, she died. Alone. Without us there. Sometimes that thought makes me sick to my stomach. But I can't change those moments. Later, we found out that she had been having chest pains for weeks and was slowly going down hill. And since my mom worked in hospitals for years, she hated going to the hospital and avoided them like the plague. If she had gone earlier, this story may be different.<br />
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Right when I was drifting to sleep my phone rang. I remember jumping out of bed because we normally didn't get late night calls. I noticed instantly that it was a Florida number. It was the doctor on the line. When he said his name and the familiar hospital name and asked me my name...I immediately screamed, "has she died?" It's like I just knew. That poor doctor...he tried to talk to me and tell me what happened while I screamed on the phone. I remember saying, "but she can't. She's my best friend." Other than my husband, she was my closest friend. She knew me better than anyone I know. I still can picture these moments in my head..like I watched them happen. The whole scenario would play in my head, over and over again. All I remember from this moment on was circling my house...not being able to speak...screaming...I couldn't finish a full sentence. I know I called my brother, who thankfully took care of everything in Florida. He called our other brother and went to the hospital to see my mom and talk to the doctors. And I just circled around my house. My amazing husband literally got our house together...five kids and two dogs packed, he called friends that needed to know and had us out the door in an hour to make the 8 hour trip back to Florida. Remember, he had flown in that morning...he never even spent a night in his own bed. And he spearheaded getting us to where we needed to be in moments. That's a leader. And I would start the most painful journey that led me in some of the darkest moments of my life that would last a full two years.<br />
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In my 40 years of living I hadn't really experienced depression. I had down times...time of sorrow and pain, but never true depression. And now, it hit me right in the face. Badly. After the craziness of being back home in Florida for the week to say goodbye to my mom, I found myself back in NC in a place I had never been. I had to pick up my life again...but I didn't know how and I didn't know what it looked like. I felt alone. I started experiencing the most intense loneliness that I had ever felt. And it stayed for a long time. When I tell people that I hit the deepest, darkest place ever, I am not kidding. I couldn't see straight. I became a robot. I just did what I needed to get done. But that's it. I stopped running. I stopped making meals for my family. I could barely pray. I felt angry at God. Very angry. An anger that festered in me for months. Also I was questioning the Lord. Why? I needed an answer to my why, but I wasn't getting an answer. I was just a robot. I did what I could to get by. Every morning was the most difficult to just rise and function. I would cry every day. A lot of times alone. In the shower. In the car. When I would hear something that brought back a memory. I would relive that last night in my mind over and over...and over and over. I had to throw away the pajamas that I wore the night she died because in my reliving of that night I would see myself wearing those. Standing there...screaming into the phone. It's like I watched a movie over and over...it never changed. ( I found out later that this was called ruminating)<br />
And this lasted for months. I was living through all the symptoms of PTSD. I wanted to get out of it. I knew I was in a pit. But I couldn't get out. I now knew what people think when say, "just snap out of it." I couldn't. It felt impossible to make one step.<br />
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And then one day, I listened to some worship music. I hadn't been able to listen to any worship music in months. It would make me weep. I couldn't stand it. So, I just stopped listening to it. And then I tried again. I would listen to the same song. Over and over again. Repeat. Repeat. I felt like I was pulling my spirit out of the depths of the Earth.<br />
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Psalm 71:23 "My lips will shout for joy when I sing praise to you-I whom you have delivered."<br />
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Psalm 40:3 "He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in him."<br />
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This was my first step. Just music. My kids started to complain to me because I would play the same songs over and over again. But they didn't know how far deep I had gone. My spirit was dead. I felt totally at ground zero. I had nothing left to give. But God. He never left me. He truly was there. Waiting for me to grieve. Waiting for me to let go. Waiting for me to truly hold on to his sovereignty. I had to trust him in the valley. He stripped me down to nothing. Because when I had nothing, I could only depend on him. Even though I was surrounded by amazing family and friends, the loneliness prevailed. But I see that now as God's plan. I had to depend on him. I had to have him as my only source. I had to hold on to the hem of his garment.<br />
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Matthew 9:21 "If I can just touch his robe, I will be healed." Jesus turned around and when he saw her face he said, "daughter, be encouraged! Your faith has made you well."<br />
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I was that woman.<br />
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And slowly...it wasn't immediate, I felt his presence. I started to listen to podcasts. I started to do scripture writing. Every day. I knew the I couldn't make it without him. I read books. I found new things in my life that brought me joy (like my nieces Olivia and Addison). I searched out people who knew Him and who could encourage me. Then I started to dig deep into bible study. I wanted his word. I craved it every day. I knew he was my only help.<br />
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Psalm 46:1 "God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble."<br />
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Matthew 7:7 "Ask, and it will be given to you: seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be open to you."<br />
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Deuteronomy 33:26 "There is no one like the God of Jeshurun, who rides the heavens to help you, and in His excellency on the clouds."<br />
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I am not saying that there is formula for stepping out of depression. But I do know that God wants to encircle us, love us and surround us. He will meet us where we are at. We don't have to go chase after him. He is already there. I know, without a shadow of doubt, that the death of my mother stripped me down with the purpose to mold me and make me a new person. For this next season, God couldn't use the old Allison. He has purpose for everything, and her death was part of my story. And I come out of this with such an ever trusting to shout Hallelujah, even when the world is closing in. To trust him, even when the story takes a turn for the worst. He sees the whole picture...and he is directing our paths. Does this mean I have totally perfect days...and never hurt or feel pain? Nope...but they are few and far between. He filled in the gaps. And continues to do so.<br />
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I came out of this season knowing now why God gave me this scripture 10 months before I lost my mother. I still cling to these words daily...<br />
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Exodus 14:14" The Lord will fight for you: You need only to be still."<br />
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<br />Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-41761263036444559002019-07-29T12:41:00.001-04:002019-07-29T12:49:03.411-04:00Why we don't have to be a "HOT MESS" in today's culture!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The other day I was heading down the road and I heard something on the radio from a woman talking about being a "hot mess." We hear that concept all the time in today's culture. I think that something that started out as a funny has now become an acceptable and cultural norm. It actually almost has a badge of honor on it...if you are a hot mess, then everything is just okay. Because that's the way we are supposed to be as women in today's age. And why would we want to change it... "Everybody is doing it!" Right?<br />
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So, I sat and pondered this thought for a bit. And it actually made me a little mad inside. It lit a fire in me. Why? Who said this was okay? And why do we have to be like this? Then I started to think about what God must think of this. His beautiful creation...created to be the helper...created to be "born responders"...he has great purpose for us. And somehow I don't think it's supposed to be a strung-out, overbooked, exhausted woman that we see in so many faces of women today.<br />
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<li> We are wonderfully made. Psalm 139:14</li>
<li> We belong to our heavenly father. John 1:12</li>
<li> We are chosen. Ephesians 1:4 (Does that mean we are chosen to be helpmates, lovers to our husbands, caretakers of our homes, mothers to children that God gave us? The answer is 100% yes. We are chosen.</li>
<li> We are not slaves to sin. Romans 6:6 (Does this mean that we are perfect? No! But we can make daily choices not to be slaves to a sinful life and desires.)</li>
<li> We are dressed with strength. Proverbs 31:17</li>
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Those are a few things that we are! And there are so many others. He has made incredible creations who can do amazing things. We create and carry life in us. Just that alone is beyond what the mind can imagine.<br />
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So, why do we feel like a hot mess? Why do we walk around in a state of despair most of the time? Why have we adopted this motto?<br />
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<li>Are you overbooked? What does your schedule look like and where can it be streamlined?</li>
<li>Are you in the word of God on a daily basis? This is #1 in my book! And I am not just talking about a devotional. I mean prayer, scripture writing, a bible study or reading straight from the word. If we don't feed ourselves with the word of God how can we know how to handle the fiery darts shot at us on a daily basis?</li>
<li>When was the last time you went on a date with your spouse? Put on a nice dress, make-up and went out for a few hours? And if you can't go out, then make time in-house. My husband and I used to have a weekly date night to watch ER together...I would pop the popcorn, kids asleep and we would sit side by side watching our favorite show. If you have local friends, do a kid swap...one watches the kids one night and then the other watches them the next time.</li>
<li>Take some alone time...yeah, I mean take it. It might be at six in the morning to sit on your back porch and watch the sun rise, or just some time with friends for an hour at Starbucks. We all have to have time where we don't feel spent.</li>
<li>Does your family sit at the dinner table together at night? Share the day's stories...laugh over memories...talk about what's going on in the world??? Clear the table off of piles of stuff and be together...invest in each other. Stop eating dinner in the drive thru at McDonalds on the way to the next sporting event.</li>
<li>Do you have a schedule? And do you stick to it? And if you have never done a schedule, find someone who does them and have them mentor you. I know this is hard for so many of you, but it's imperative for your sanity. I have said for years...the more scheduled I am, the more free time I have. Always.</li>
<li>Are you surrounded by strong women who love God? And I don't mean a huge circle...I am talking about your intimates...the few (2-3 women) who you can trust, know that they will pray and be there for you. And these women will always point you to Jesus. They won't beat around the bush when talking to you...they will give you the straight truth. We strengthen each other with good friendship, love and trust.</li>
<li>Do you exercise? A doctor said years ago that a daily dose of 30 min of exercise is equivalent to dose of an anti-depressant ( I am not referring to someone who is clinically depressed and under the supervision of a doctor). Exercise changes the way we look at life and how we respond to life. Take your kids and walk around the neighborhood for 30 minutes...it doesn't have to be a fancy gym with all the specialized equipment. Keep it simple.</li>
<li>Screen time...how much of it is monopolizing your time? Everyone loves to take time to scroll through social media, but don't let it take away from your time that should be focused on other things. </li>
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Let this be an assessment of your own life. God wants so much more for us. Not perfection, but balance, joy and fruitfulness. And as you make an assessment, start working on one thing at at time. Don't overhaul your life and expect it to stick. Take one item that can use some change and make the necessary changes. God will walk through it with you. He is faithful to embrace us where we need his help. Pray. Believe. And feel his presence. <br />
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Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-44215395929289885492018-09-25T14:42:00.001-04:002018-09-25T14:42:36.107-04:00It's Right Around the Corner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have never been a Christmas countdown kind of person, but I am actually getting excited for the upcoming Christmas season. Is it too soon to talk about it??? I used to think so. I didn't want to talk about Christmas until after Thanksgiving...but something has changed in me.<br />
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Last Christmas season over half of my house was packed up. We were weeks away from moving back to Florida...Matthew was technically living in Florida at that point and we were taking turns going back and forth. It was an extremely cold December in North Carolina. We had a cold front come through Christmas week that froze our water meter at the road and we didn't see double digits for days. And I was sad. I was very sad. My mom had been gone for a year. And we were moving away from the place that I loved. I was just keeping my eye on the Lord and trusting him for each step ahead of us. But, I sure was sad. I can't even explain it. My life was changing and it was changing quickly...and change is not my favorite friend.<br />
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So, this year I am excited. I already have several Christmas presents bought. The other day Matthew and I were strolling through Hobby Lobby and selected several new ornaments for the kids. Matthew was looking at Christmas trees...I know he is going to want a fake tree this year. Not my favorite, but I am willing to stretch a little. I would like to put two trees up this year...I wonder if I could work that out. I am already getting into that mood...and somewhere on the horizon the temps will get lower here in Florida. It's coming.<br />
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There is a new season for everything...and I am learning to love each season that I am in. What are your plans for Christmas? Anything new and exciting? Let me know...I love to hear other people's plans.Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-79281686939080322992018-09-17T12:56:00.001-04:002018-09-17T12:56:44.826-04:00Warning: Do you think your child may be Dyslexic?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Three years ago today our world changed so much here at the Reynolds Nation. On that day we found out officially by the psychologist that Judah was dyslexic. I had been concerned for about 9 months that he was...I had heard on Good Morning one day what are some of the signs of dyslexia. Though I always watched my kids for dyslexia, Judah just didn't have the classic signs... like <br />
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the turning of the letters B, D and P. Everyone always looks for that, but Judah didn't do that. But he was behind in his reading. And wasn't progressing in a rate that was okay. So, we had him tested. And it was confirmed. And on that day I started an intense search to find what help we could find for Judah. Several people pointed us to the Barton Reading and Spelling program...and that's the avenue we took. I took the training program and I tutored Judah...he went from a reading level of a kindergartner/first grader to a sixth grader when we were finished with the program. And then I started tutoring other kids...and I have been tutoring ever since. It brings me joy and a feeling of accomplishment. And when I see their faces when they can read, it is the most amazing moment.<br />
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First, the definition of dyslexia:<br />
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<span style="background-color: #fffff3; color: #444444; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, 'Gill Sans MT', 'Gill Sans', Geneva, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Dyslexia is an inherited condition that makes it extremely difficult to read, write, and spell in your native language—despite at least average intelligence.</span><br />
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I am listing a few red flags for you to look for to see if possibly your child may need to be evaluated.<br />
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~ Problems Rhyming<br />
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~Struggle with the basic rules of phonics<br />
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~Won't recognize one word on a page that they read on the former page<br />
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~Writes backwards<br />
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~Switches P, B, and D<br />
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~Slow, labored reading<br />
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~Add or delete letters in words<br />
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~Tired, even after a short time of reading<br />
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~Misreads, deletes or adds words such as a, from, to<br />
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~Can memorize words, but won't remember them days later<br />
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~Spelling is horrible<br />
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There are many other symptoms...these are the most common.<br />
In the even that your child has some of these symptoms and aren't progressing in reading, contact your pediatrician. Your Pediatrician will refer you to a psychologist who can test your child to see if they are dyslexic. And then you will want to find an Orton-Gillingham style tutor who can help your child. Don't rely on the public schools, because most are not equipped to give your child the individual attention they need.<br />
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If you have any questions, leave me a comment.Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-71722134746974968332018-09-10T20:36:00.003-04:002018-09-10T20:36:27.362-04:00Monday Mania 9/10<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today was one of those days where your body feels super tired, but you know that you just can't be in bed all day. Yeah, I know we homeschool. And there are certain liberties that come with that. But we also have a house full of high schoolers and middle schoolers...and you can't take too much time off without it hurting the rest of your week or school year. And with co-op now starting on Fridays there isn't any extra, spare time later in the week. So...we marched into Monday with tired bodies...but we got it done.<br />
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I guess the question is...why were we tired? Days ago one of my closest friends from NC called and said that she would be at St. Simons Island and could we drive up to see them. It was only 175 miles away...much closer than Western North Carolina. I tossed the idea around in my head. Do I want to drive that far? Is it worth it? Matthew was going away for the day and night on a business trip, so he wouldn't even be home. If we had more time we would have planned it better and stayed for two days. But this was for one day.<br />
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It's funny how the more time you spend with God...in prayer and bible study...the more you hear his voice. And I really felt an OK to this little expedition. But it actually was more than an OK...it was a GO! It was an opportunity to be in a place that we have never been to before and to experience it. And that's what I have been wanting in life. And here was a chance. And we took it.<br />
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And our outing to St. Simon's Island was amazing. We had a wonderful time catching up with our friends....the kids played, and played and played some more. We lounged on the beach...and then moved over and hung out at the pool. It was just sweet, and simple. And then my friend's husband took the kids and walked a mile down the beach to the pier. And we drove over to meet them there. We sat looking at the amazing views and then enjoyed ice cream at their sweet downtown area. A leisurely day...a fun day...just what I needed. Yes, we drove a lot. But it was worth every moment.<br />
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So, my thoughts for the day. To remember to enjoy the spontaneous. Try new things. Don't be afraid to drive a couple hundred miles to see friends. Take each moment to love life.<br />
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*The picture above was while we were driving home and the sunset was amazing in Jacksonville. The picture doesn't do it justice. The colors were amazing.<br />
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Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-43270462429826726782018-09-04T11:24:00.000-04:002018-09-04T11:24:03.280-04:00Tuesday Tangents<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The day after a three weekend can be rough. Especially when your family spends the Monday at Disney all day and they get home at 11pm. I had some tired kids this morning. I, on the other hand, was home all day so I am ready for the week...hehehe. So, I thought I would post some thoughts that are rummaging through my head on this first Tuesday in September (can you believe it's September??).<br />
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1. First I am posting a picture of my special girl. She is 9 years old today. She is one of the best dogs we have ever had. We all adore our Holly.<br />
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2. Luke 6:40...look this scripture up and tell me what you think.<br />
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3. Summer is coming to a close...yes, it will be hot out for awhile here in Florida, but I know we are on the backside of the season. Summer is my least favorite season, so I am happy.<br />
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4. Have you decorated your house for Fall yet??? I haven't...I am thinking that September 15th is acceptable time wise. Not too early, but not not too late. What do you consider the right time to decorate for the season? By the way, I got a whole bunch of new decorations...I am so excited. It was time to add to my collection...I now have three boxes of decorations.<br />
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5. Have you seen any good movies lately? My kids saw Meg (another bloody shark movie) and Matthew saw Mission Impossible. What do you suggest? I am pretty picky with movies.<br />
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6. What are you looking forward to this week? Anything exciting happening...Me, not so much. Tell me what's up?<br />
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Have a blessed day!!!!<br />
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<br />Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-33063719334307931702018-08-27T18:10:00.001-04:002018-08-27T18:10:52.411-04:00Mom Strong Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, have you seen this book? It came out last year...published by one of my favorite writers, speakers and Christian women. I started listening to her pod casts over a year ago. Three days a week she sends a podcast out in email to thousands of subscribers. Each podcast has a different theme...some are fun and easy...quick dinners, how to discipline your toddlers and lots of homeschooling advice. But some are much more riveting.<br />
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I love that she encourages you to get in the Word of God. She believes that we have a generation of believers that don't know our bible. And how can we fight the good fight of faith if we don't know what God says. So, she doesn't ask you to follow her...she moves you to find the answers yourself in the bible at home that may have a bit of dust on it.<br />
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I subscribed also to a monthly scripture writing list and daily devotionals that are for current issues that we deal with as moms. The best part is that Heidi St. John doesn't act like she is the best mom, or homeschooler or even person. She reveals her struggles and downfalls. She is a real person.<br />
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So, my next step... I am going to be leading a bible study here in the Daytona Beach area for moms. To go through the book and bible study. To make life changes that will not only touch them, but will touch four generations in your family. I am so excited to lead this and share what God has done in my life. If you are in our area think about joining us on Tuesday mornings. It will be life changing.Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-54006029728530568162018-08-20T11:08:00.001-04:002018-08-20T11:08:22.852-04:00Monday ManiaSo, is that what your Monday look like? Crazy? Tired bodies? Attitudes from the kids? A husband who is trying to get out the door? I know what that looks like. And I try everything in my power to make sure my Monday goes well. Here are some of the ways I have that happen.<br />
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1. Go to be on time. Weekends can be so hard and tiring. Get the kids to bed on time, but most importantly put yourself to bed.<br />
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2. Wake up to an empty kitchen sink. I hate waking up to a dirty kitchen. The first thing I have to do in the morning is make a meal...I don't like to start behind already.<br />
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3. The most important...take some time before anything...even if it's for a few minutes...take time in prayer and the word. Getting myself centered in God makes all the difference. If you have little ones, keep your bible on the bedside table and read a psalm or proverb before your feet hit the floor. Assign a certain day to pray for a particular child. These few things are game changers for your house.<br />
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4. I love to have laundry ready to go...If you have a programmable washer (and most newer washers do this), then have a load started at 4am so that it's ready to hit the dryer when you wake up. Then throw another load in. You could have two loads done before 9am. And my children easily switch laundry...even at a young age.<br />
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5. Have dinner planned out. This is a great night for a crock pot meal or instant pot. Throw it all in and move on. Less worry.<br />
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6. I have my schedule (and my meal plans) already done and ready before the week...so there aren't any mistakes. Let your kids know what's on the plan.<br />
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7. Play music while you prepare (or your kids prepare if they are old enough) breakfast. A little joy and liveliness makes a difference.<br />
<br />Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-614713463371777992018-08-15T11:09:00.001-04:002018-08-15T11:09:14.243-04:0017th Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I look at this picture it makes me want to cry. I can't believe that we are 17 years into this. Who knew? Matthew is the one who wanted to homeschool. I never planned on homeschooling. I had total plans to put Bryn in school. I couldn't imagine being with kids all day long without a break. But God had different plans. He knew that to capture my kids hearts that this is what we needed to do.<br />
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One of my favorite scriptures right now is Luke 6:40, which basically says when you are fully trained the student will be like their teacher. And I know some amazing teachers out there. Some of those teachers are my close friends. But there are a lot out there that I wouldn't want to teach my kids. Their ideas, morals, foundation may not line up with mine. And I want to be the main influence in their life. Does that make me perfect? No. But I know my heart. And my husband's heart. And we hope to pour that into our kids. I told another friend the other day that you are the best teacher for your kids. You know them best.<br />
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The funniest thing about this picture is that when we started to homeschool, none of these kids were even born. It's been a fast journey...a hard journey...but one that I am so glad that I didn't miss out on.Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-62982418330655719812018-08-03T12:35:00.000-04:002018-08-03T12:35:36.208-04:00Fantastic FridayHey, how are you doing? It's Friday. Don't you just love the sound of Friday? Yes, I love it! Even though I stay at home, there is such relief knowing my husband will be home...and we can sleep in...and we don't have anything planned for the weekend. I want to use Friday as a day to remember the good things that happened this week.<br />
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1. My hip is feeling so much better. It's not all the way healed, but there has been so much more relief.<br />
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2. I got to spend the morning with my best friend. School has started for her again, so we don't see each other as much. So, I really enjoy the time we get together. :)<br />
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3. I went on a date with my husband on Wednesday. The kids all go to youth group, so we get to go out and be alone. It was a Chipolte and Starbucks night for us.<br />
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4. We had friends from North Carolina come to visit us for two days this week. The kids (and me too) had such a fun time. Time at the beach and time in the pool. It was a blast.<br />
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5. I was feeling really down this morning...for no reason. I just love when you spend a little time in prayer and worship and your attitude changes. He is so faithful. He makes me BRAVE.<br />
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<br />Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-13363034985062279882018-07-25T18:39:00.000-04:002018-07-27T16:58:12.224-04:00Going Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I prayed a lot to go home this past week. I had hurt the muscle in my hip and things were looking bad. I could barely walk, let alone travel with an 11 year old 1200 miles away. I did everything my doctor told me and more. I was determined to go. And go I did.<br />
We headed to upstate NY last week for a mini family reunion. We are from the Dutchess County, Orange County area in NY. It's one of the prettiest place in the country...right by the Hudson River. And it's only minutes from NYC. The picture above is my brother and I at the house that we grew up in. It's always sweet to go back. It was even sweeter to have our kids there and now my brother's grand baby...to walk and play at the same places that we did. There were lots of moments that day that I wanted to cry. There were definite tears in my eyes. Life is so full circle.<br />
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The picture above is all of us that came from Florida to the reunion. We stopped at one of the most awesome creameries that you could go to. They have the most amazing ice cream. Fresh. Straight from their farms.<br />
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So what do you learn from these moments? I was texting my mother-in-law this morning and we were talking about how this place will always be my home. But I know that I won't move back there ever. It will forever hold a small piece of my heart. I just love it there. But at the same time I just don't see it in my future. But it's always great to go back. Going back to have those sweet moments. We also learn that it's great to look back, but more importantly we need to look forward. The future we hold is bright.<br />
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If you want to read a sweet blog from the last time I took my kids up to NY then check out this link...<br />
<a href="https://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-york-new-york.html">https://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-york-new-york.html</a>. Sweet memories!!Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-29136542933795463222018-07-25T18:15:00.003-04:002018-07-30T08:15:34.726-04:00When You Hear From God at the Least Expected Places<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I think that when you are a Christian you are always trying to keep your ear open to God and what he has to say. I imagine my life sometimes having one of those Elijah from the bible moments and have God call me in the middle of the night..."I am here, Lord." Yeah, well that hasn't happened quite yet. But I am expecting it any moment...hehehe!!!<br />
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A few days ago when I was in New York I had one of the God talking to you moments. But this time it was from another person. When that person speaks truth to you...he doesn't beat around the bush...and speaks straight to your heart. Yeah, it was one of those kind of moments. And I am glad I had an ear to hear. So, I thought I would share with you. I want to be open and honest. And real.<br />
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1. Move on with your grieving for your mom. She would want you to move on and live your life to the fullest.<br />
2. Embrace your life in Florida.<br />
3. Let go of that one person in your life that you are holding onto (I will keep that person's name quiet). Pray differently for this person. Pray that this person sees what they are afraid of and that their heart can truly be opened and soften.<br />
4. Find your purpose...God is bringing it. Expect it.<br />
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I am not going to mention the person who shared these...but they hit the nail on the head. I am so thankful for people who can just speak to me. Now, to step forward and do them!!!<br />
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<br />Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-39012873416255574272018-07-25T10:07:00.002-04:002018-07-25T10:07:37.492-04:00I Just Love This!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The NCHE posted this and I really just loved it. A few, simple principles to go by if you are about to endeavor into the world of homeschooling. I wish I had seen this years ago. We are about to embark on our 17th year of homeschooling. And though I feel confident (most days) in what I am doing, it's always good to get a few new, good thoughts and ideas. Enjoy!Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-29369100402050527882018-07-24T15:28:00.001-04:002018-07-24T15:29:52.875-04:00Not lost...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey everyone...I am not lost. Or haven't forgot about writing. I had a very hurt hip earlier in the month. I had a pulled muscle that stretched across my left hip down my leg. There were days that I didn't leave the bed. So, blogging was put on hold. So, I will be back later this week with more stuff to talk about.Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-52911328081845800062018-07-02T13:46:00.001-04:002018-07-02T13:47:10.227-04:00How to Keep Your Kids Busy During the Summer<br />
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"I am bored!!!" Have you heard it yet???? I have. I think I heard it on the first day of summer. The pages of their books were barely closed...and they had nothing to do. Then I look in their room that is packed with toys, gadgets and games...and then I see the pool in the backyard glistening in the sun. And then I remember they are bored. LOL<br />
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I know things have changed since I was a kid. My mom just released us outside and we found something to do all summer long. We rode bikes, played in creeks, made forts and played house...we came inside only to eat. And we ran until it was almost dark. Summer was fun. And we didn't have any electronics. We were only allowed to watch television on the weekends. TV was never an option. And an iPad wasn't even close to being invented. We had an Atari (remember those), but that wasn't for the every day. We had to keep ourselves busy.<br />
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Allowing our kids to be creative creates flexible, self-sufficient adults who can think out of the box. It's not all given to them. Ask them what they want to do? Let them imagine, dream and take initiative.<br />
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So, to help, I complied a list for you. Maybe it will give you some ideas to help out your bored kids.<br />
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1. Go berry picking.<br />
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2. Plant a garden (or just a few pots of different varieties of plants)<br />
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3. Play some street games<br />
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4. Pull out games from the closet (monopoly will take the whole afternoon)<br />
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5. Call your local zoo to see if they have any days that are cheaper or buy a yearly pass...it will pay for itself in the end.<br />
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6. Library-check out their library reading program. This is weekly must for us.<br />
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7. Pick out a chapter book and read a chapter a day to your kids.<br />
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8. Turn the sprinklers on.<br />
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9. Parks, beach, lake...do some investigating in your community.<br />
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10. Plan and prepare a meal together (or on their own if they are old enough),<br />
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11. Volunteer (one of my teens is volunteering at the library).<br />
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12. Wash the car.<br />
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13. Go on a picnic.<br />
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14. Play hopscotch.<br />
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15. Make paper boats and race them.<br />
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16. Make a pin cone feeder.<br />
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17. Make an inside or outside obstacle course.<br />
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18. Make cookies.<br />
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19. Write a letter to someone new every week.<br />
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20. Make root beer floats.<br />
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21. Make a photo journal.<br />
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22. Collect shells and identify them.<br />
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23. Make a book.<br />
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24. Color<br />
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25. Do ice cream sandwiches for dinner.<br />
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26. Make a bird house of Popsicle sticks.<br />
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27. Make a dessert for local firefighters or police<br />
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28. Legos...give an idea for each and every day.<br />
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29. Visit a local human society and ask about walking dogs or helping out.<br />
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30. Pick one simple arts and crafts off of pinterest or from a library book and do it.Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-43302728504077317312018-07-01T09:05:00.000-04:002018-07-01T09:05:48.445-04:00Road Trip 2018<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Weeks ago Matthew and I had reservations to spend several days at a Bed and Breakfast in St. Augustine. Our thoughts were to hang low, get some sun on the beach and at the pool and to have some down time. Sounds perfect, right? It did sound good to me too. Especially after the past few months of busy. But then at the same time I get super bored...really fast. I am not sure how much quiet I could handle. And on a whim, about 2 weeks ago I saw a tweet with someone's picture in front of the Magnolia Farms Silos. And I said to Matthew, "let's go to Magnolia Farms instead." And most husbands would probably say no. But mine didn't. We started to map out the distance... yeah, it's 1136 miles to Waco, Texas. That's a long way. It seemed crazy, but then the more we talked about it, the more tangible it seemed.</div>
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And so we did it. Yeah, we drove all the way out there. We left super early...in the middle of the night basically, and got to New Orleans by noon. Neither of us had ever been there so we were excited to tour this historic city (who actually was celebrating their 300th anniversary). We ate Beignets, walked the city, took a city bus tour, went to cemeteries and ate delicious Po Boy sandwiches. And we were sweating. It was hot. It was stinky, sweat hot. But we truly fell in love with this beautiful city. It was beyond amazing and could see coming back for more.</div>
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Don't these yummy beignets makes you just want to rush right to New Orleans right now???<br />
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The next day we moved on and kept on driving. Matthew had never been this west before and it had been along time for me. When we hit the Texas border there was lots of exhilaration.<br />
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We stopped long enough to check out Houston and to visit with my cousins and my Uncle. It was such a sweet precious time. It's always great to see people in their own element and I loved being in their home, and with their friends.<br />
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Now, the funniest thing ever happened. We had some friends message us and were wondering if we really were in Texas. They had seen our pictures. We hadn't seen these friends from college in about 16 years. Well, they just so happen to be in Houston, in the exact same hotel as us. What are the chances? Such a God moment!!! So, we met up for breakfast the next morning and then met them later that night in San Antonio (they were headed to the same city as us) for dinner. We had such lovely time with them!!!<br />
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We spent the next day in San Antonio. What a lovely city to visit. It has the historical content that Houston was missing, but still with the feeling that you aren't in the country either. We loved the Riverwalk, the Mexican food and the Alamo. The Alamo is just one of those sites that you want to check off on your list of places to visit.<br />
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The next day we went to our main...final...most exciting part of our trip. We went to Magnolia Farms from my favorite show, Fixer Upper. It met every expectation that I had for it. The store was amazing and when I walked in I told Matthew that I wanted one of everything. The bakery was amazing and just the feel of the whole place was great. We went to some other antique stores, Clint Harps Design Studios and we checked out some of the actual houses that Chip and Jo designed. I feel well pleased with this visit.</div>
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And last, but not least...we took a small detour so I could set foot on the last Southern State that I had not been to. Arkansas!!!!! We were so close and it just seemed crazy not to go there. So we did. And we were so happy when we snapped this picture.</div>
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So...was it crazy? Yes. Was it a lot of driving? Yes. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. There is something amazing about seeing the landscape of your country. We saw that we really love the state of Texas with it's sweet rolling hills and beautiful trees. But we don't like the heat there. We love that we didn't just sit on our butts. One day we will look back at this trip with smiles on our faces. It was an adventure...and I hope for more in the future.</div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">And sure enough the Kitchen Aid mixer showed up. And she loved it. We all used it. It was such an amazing little machine. She started to make cakes with it for her friends. Her specialty was her carrot cake. She would make a carrot cake for all of her friends on their birthdays. She loved her mixer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"> In October 2016, my mom passed away and we were cleaning out her house. And the kitchen aid mixer sat there. She had loved that machine. That machine spoke volumes to me. It was so special to her. I think in so many ways it symbolized her buying something frivolous for herself. And that was something she never did. She always gave to others…and this one time she actually spoiled herself. I already had one of my own by then. And we were trying to give away her household items. I didn’t feel right keeping it…since I already had one. But at the same time it was hard for me to give it away. And then I remembered that a friend of mine, Lisa, needed one because her machine was not working the best anymore. And my friend loved to bake. So I gave it to her. And she was so happy. And I knew my mom would have been happy for her to have it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">A few weeks ago Lisa said that she was trying to clean out some clutter in her house and she wanted to know if I wanted the kitchen aid mixer back. She still had her old machine and felt a little nostalgic towards it since she had it for her whole marriage. And I happily took it back. I knew where it needed to go. My niece Brianna hadn’t lived in Florida when my mom passed away, but now she did. And she was setting up her house here. And I knew the mixer should go to Brianna. I knew she would love it. I knew that she would use it and make cakes and baked goods for my mom’s great grand baby. Giving it to Brianna brought tears to my eyes and a smile to my face. It went to it’s rightful place. </span></div>
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When we prepared to move back down to Florida my husband encouraged me to take a rest when we moved and to start with a clean slate. I was wearing so many hats...babysitter, mom, tutor, doula, homeschooler...and he suggested that I pray about what I was to do next. Go to Florida with no expectations. First, I was to rest. And that was so important to me. I needed to get my life back and to get strong again. I was weary and tired when we signed on our house on that afternoon of January 25th. I was more tired then I have ever been. Mentally, emotionally, physically...I was wiped out. And then we had to move our family 500 miles and set up a new house. I needed a rest.<br />
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I am still resting and enjoying my new life here. I am being careful about not jumping into too much. My family has to be my priority. And that's where I am right now. But I also have been in prayer about what will be next. What did I want to keep in my life and what did I want to bring to a close. Working as a doula was one of those prayers. I just wasn't sure. I just love working with the moms and their babies. It brought me such pleasure and where I feel strong. It's not just a job, but it's a passion. But at the same time I needed to check in with God. I brought it to him in<br />
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prayer and waited. And waited. I knew there wasn't a rush. God knows me...and there was no jumping ahead.<br />
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And then this past week I have been talking with an old NC client. And I was helping her with some questions about her upcoming birth. I feel so sad that I won't be there. And I was texting her some suggestions to bring on labor and something in me clicked. I knew. I knew that this passion isn't burned out and done. And God wants me to continue. And he may want to expand in other horizons. I don't know. But I know that this story isn't complete. It's funny how you just know...when it's good, it's good.<br />
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So, I will be taking new clients as a doula in Florida. Spread the word!Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-15381575820636207112018-06-12T14:14:00.002-04:002018-06-12T14:14:20.852-04:00Exchanging the Mountains for the Beach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, how exactly did we get here? Back to the beautiful beaches of Florida. How did we leave such luscious landscape in the mountains and the clear, crisp air? We never thought that we would be back in Florida...except for an occasional vacation. It was never on our radar...we were so happy and content making roots in NC. Why would we ever leave? Even my mind is blown from the events of the last nine months. So, here is our story.<br />
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<i><b>"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord. "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts." Isaiah 55: 8-9</b></i><br />
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Last September, Matthew was gearing up for the next open enrollment season in his job as an insurance manager. He would spend weeks training new and old agents as they prepared to sell for the season that runs from October to the end of December. Matthew, for the past 3.5 years, continued to work for the same insurance company in Florida. He would travel back and forth during the season and then he was home most of the year. It seemed like the perfect situation and it gave Matthew lots of time at home with us. I was home, homeschooling 4 of our kids, and our first child was in college. I also was babysitting two boys and tutoring several students in the afternoon. It seemed like the perfect situation. We were happy and content where we were. We were working as deacons at our church, leading the young adult small group and we were very active with our local homeschool group. Why change anything? Something was definitely brewing in the air.<br />
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When Matthew got the offer of a promotion at his company I honestly brushed it aside. I told him that I didn't even want to hear it. I was happy where I was. And after losing my mother the year before in Florida, I had no good thoughts about moving back. I knew that the owner of the company wanted Matthew back. He was a pivotal part of their company and he brought a lot of good to their team. But I was happy where I was. And I was good with that.<br />
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But was Matthew? He loved living in NC...he loved the mountains and our quaint town. But he was struggling with so much free time. He was home all the time. Yeah, I know, that sounds weird when you first say it. Everyone wants free time. But he was home all day...with the kids and I. And men are meant to be working and productive. And he didn't feel productive. He would help me out where ever he could...but he wasn't meant to be taxi dad to the kids and making dinners. It's not how men are wired...they aren't natural nurturers that women are. And he wasn't fulfilled with working just a few months of the year (though he made a full years salary in that time). And he couldn't stand that I was so busy. My schedule was full. I was babysitting 2 boys full time, tutoring 5 dyslexic students and was still working as a doula. I attended 6 births in my busy schedule last year. Matthew had to schedule in time to see me...sadly. We were out of balance. Matthew prefers that I pour my time into the kids...caring for our home and homeschooling. He wanted his wife back. And the new promotion provided for me to go back to being a full time stay at home mom that I was for years. That's what he wanted. We always believed that our family came first, and it easily was becoming out of whack.<br />
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But I still said, "No." I wasn't interested. I didn't want to go back. I hated Florida. It was a place that I didn't miss one bit. Why would I go back? And since I have such a loving, sweet husband...he didn't want to make me do it. And the decision was made. We would stay in NC.<br />
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And then I remember the day so clearly...it was a beautiful fall day in NC...my birthday actually. I was driving to Asheville to have breakfast with my friend. And I called another friend..my mentor, former youth leader. Alice, is one of the few people who knows me through and through. And she isn't afraid to tell me the truth. We were chatting as I drove through the mountains...and I happened to mention about the offer Matthew had received a few weeks before. She was so excited about the offer and said, "of course you are going to go, right?" I laughed and said, "no. I don't want to go. So we aren't going." And then I got the strongest rebuke that I had received in a long time. She spoke so intently and fervently. This is a woman who has been married for over 40 years and she knows how men work. She told me quite clearly..."I know your husband. And it doesn't matter if you want to go. He does, and you need to follow. Put down your stubbornness and move to Florida." Few people can talk to me like she does. And she spoke right to my heart. The Lord was speaking through her. She pierced it. She was right and I knew it. I was leading my family and I was out of place. I needed to let my husband make this decision and I needed to follow him.<br />
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And I called my husband...sitting in the parking lot of a restaurant in Asheville...I feel like it just happened...and I told him that I would follow him. And that we would move back to Florida. He thought I was kidding. I was not. I was going to act in obedience...not to my husband, but to the Lord. <br />
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<i><b>"For where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God my God." Ruth 1:16</b></i><br />
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<i><b><br /></b></i>Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-60846285700139545272018-06-10T16:14:00.001-04:002018-06-10T16:15:48.617-04:00Return of Me: 30 things about me!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wow, it's been forever. So much has changed in my life in the past few years. I loved blogging a few years ago and then my life went on full speed ahead. And now I am back. I surely am not the person that I was just a few years ago. So, here are 30 things about myself that will get us reacquainted.<br />
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1. I am living back in Florida. Wow, how did that happen???<br />
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2. A door opened that we couldn't ignore in my husband's career and we took it.<br />
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3. I miss so much about NC, but at the same time I am at such peace here in Florida.<br />
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4. We have such a lovely home here in Florida.<br />
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5. We have a pool.<br />
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6. I have been living in my bathing suit.<br />
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7. The heat hasn't bothered me yet. (Maybe I shouldn't say that yet)<br />
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8. I am still married to the most amazing man...22+ years and counting.<br />
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9. Five kids still...one in college...two in high school and two in middle school.<br />
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10. I don't miss the baby stage at all.<br />
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11. This season we are in is wonderful with the kids...we can have alone time and still have quality time with our kids.<br />
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12. I still love to write...I just have been out of practice.<br />
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13. I tutor kids with dyslexia. Judah was diagnosed 3 years ago and now I tutor other children. Judah can read wonderfully now.<br />
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14. I love tutoring. It is so rewarding to see the kids succeed.<br />
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15. We have the sweetest puppy, named Jack. And our adorable dachshund Holly.<br />
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16. I have had the worst 1.5 years of my life after my mom died unexpectedly.<br />
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17. The worst ever is to have someone you love dearly die without notice.<br />
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18. I am still crawling out of the hole that I was in after her death. Grief has been the worst ever and you can't explain it until you are in it.<br />
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19. I dream about my mom almost daily, I miss her desperately and feel at such a loss. Though I know that she is with the Lord, I have to be honest and say that I would rather be selfish and have her here with us.<br />
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20. Because of this time of grief, I have become a different person. But this person is so molded, shaped and chiseled by the Lord. I know that I am more like him than ever and know that God's hand is over every bit of who I am today.<br />
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21. My favorite color is still yellow.<br />
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22. I love to drink Stawberry Acai refreshers from Starbucks.<br />
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23. My favorite date with Matthew is drinking at Starbucks by ourselves so we can just talk.<br />
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24. I still am a huge talker and I love to be around people.<br />
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25. I get energized by being around people.<br />
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26. I am in a new season with life and I see God making changes.<br />
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27. God told me to rest when we moved back here to Florida. No expectations.<br />
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28. I am enjoying the rest and am in anticipation of what is next.<br />
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29. I am 42 years old...wow, that seemed so old at one time.<br />
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30. I love to laugh and be around real people who are willing to impart in my life and for me to do the same.<br />
<br />Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-70034941905369784822017-08-30T07:39:00.002-04:002017-08-30T07:39:46.905-04:00Sixteenth Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Who knew...16 years ago this journey would look like this? Sixteen years ago these kids weren't even alive...lol. Our oldest actually took the picture, as she was on her way to class at college. Now, truth be told...this picture took several times to take. No, we weren't waiting for any babies to smile...just for my youngest, yes my 10 year old, to get himself together. He still has a funky look on his face, but I will take it. Not everyone is happy all the time. And one day we will laugh at this picture and all of Judah's antics. These treasures have made this journey incredibly difficult, but it's been worth every step. I am so blessed to be their mom. And glad that I get to be their mom. Blessings on this next year!Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-39096432095037077682017-07-19T13:46:00.001-04:002017-07-19T13:46:33.019-04:00So...Now What??I am back to this blog. I switched over a year ago and I didn't like it too much. So, I am back here. I am wanting and needing to write again. I am heading into a different season with my kids...they are getting bigger by the minute and they don't need me as much. I am not sure how to walk this out. It's a strange place to be. So, what's next? I am not sure, honestly. This has been one of the hardest years of my life. Losing my mom this past October has shaken me to the core...and I am such a different person. I am trying to find my place, and see what is next. The season is changing, but just not sure where I am going. Hold on tight!!!!Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-56960502688763897072016-08-28T08:43:00.003-04:002016-08-28T08:44:13.672-04:00How You Do I do it??? Keeping My House Clean.Keeping the house clean...<span style="color: #605e5e; font-size: 15px;"> The struggle is real and true...and many of us don't know how to get out of the vicious cycle. I understand. I have been there. I have five kids going in 5 different directions. I know. I so know what it feels like to get one area cleaned to turn around and see another disaster.</span><br />
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*Have chore lists for each child. We normally clean on Saturday mornings. Everyone has a list and we clean our large home in less than 2 hours. That includes all 4 bathrooms, all floors are cleaned, dusting is done and things put away. I don't give the kids the whole bathroom to clean. One goes in and does all the toilets, one cleans the counters and showers and the other sweeps and mops the floors. It's a joint effort and it makes a difference and it doesn't overwhelm anyone. We also have chores during the week. Floors are swept at least once a day, our main family room that gets the most traffic is usually vacuumed everyday, trash is taken out (by the way, that is on the chore list on Saturdays. Our youngest has to empty all the trash cans in the house) and general clean up. </div>
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*I never leave my house in a disaster state. Before we go anywhere we all go around and straighten up. Toys are put away, family room straightened, table cleared, school books put away. That way when we walk in later we don't walk into a mess. It makes a huge difference on my own mind set. I hate walking into a mess...especially if you are bringing more stuff into the house. I also go through my house late at night whenever everyone is in bed. I straighten things up, put things away that were left out and leave the house the way I want to wake up to. Waking up to a disaster makes me want to hibernate and not get anything done...and then you have a bigger mess. It only takes 5 minutes to do a quick overview late at night. </div>
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*I periodically go through rooms and clean out. Get rid of clutter, go through any papers, and make sure everything that is in that room should be there. We had an ice storm this past week and since we were locked in our home I decided to go through my closet. I threw away some clothes, I made a bag for charity and I reorganized the whole closet. It felt so good to go through it all.</div>
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*When the mail comes I instantly go through it all. I don't have any stacks of papers around my house. I throw the ads away immediately and open up any correspondence. I have a place for any bills on Matthew's desk and anything really important goes in my planner so that it doesn't get lost. Now that we pay almost every bill online we don't get many paperbills. That has cut down a lot on our mail. The trick though is not to let it stack up. Go through it, pay it, throw it away or have a special file for it. Mail can really become a clutter problem. And if you get magazines, read them and then give them away. Don't let them stack up. And that goes for catalogs too (if you get any)...go through them, pick anything out that you want to order and then trash them. And if I know I am not going to order anything, they go right into the garbage.</div>
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*As a general rule when we bring something new in the house, we try to get rid of something. Not that we look for something in particular, but we try to stream line all the time. And everything should have a purpose. And if it doesn't have a purpose then it needs to go. The older we get the more simple we have become. I like that. It makes my life so much easier. </div>
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*Oh yeah...a definite must. I make my bed every morning. There is nothing like getting into a made bed every night. I have a beautiful quilt on my bed...and I want to show off it's beauty. I can't do that by having it crumpled at the end of my bed. After a long day of homeschooling and dealing with my kids there is nothing like coming into a neat and tidy room with your bed made. It's simple.</div>
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This is a brief synopsis of how I keep my house clean and company-ready. It makes me feel so much more peaceful knowing that my house is clean. Remember, more organization brings so much more freedom into your life. You don't have to be a slave to lists and calendars, but but keep things a bit more orderly, it allow so much more time. If you have any questions, let me know.</div>
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Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-69608691383557839082016-08-28T08:38:00.003-04:002016-08-28T08:38:20.641-04:00My Doula World<br />
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Three years ago I decided to take the classes to become certified as a Doula. I had been an Lactation Counselor for 7 years, and my kids were getting older, so I decided it was time to pursue this dream of mine. </div>
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What exactly is a doula? Most people don't know what it is. They think I am a midwife and I get to catch babies. That would be awesome...but a bit scary for me. The true definition of a doula is: a woman who is trained to assist another woman during childbirth and who may provide support to the family after the baby is born. That's it. Plain and simple. I don't do anything medical...I don't catch babies...but it is one of the most amazing jobs ever, ever, ever. I get to support a mom emotionally, mentally, physically while she goes through one of the most challenging times of her life. I breathe with her...through every contraction. I move her around to better positions in different parts of the labor. I talk to her and tell her she is doing such a good job. I am her cheerleader. I talk to grandparents and other family members on what is going on so the mom can focus on her labor. I support dads and make sure they are hanging on and let them have breaks when they need it. I laugh with them. I cry with them. I always feels honored to be included in one of the most intimate times of a families life. They allow you to be part of this time that truly should be beautiful and empowering. The bond you have with the moms and even the dads is awesome. To see them become new parents (even if it's the sixth baby) is amazing. I literally cry at every single birth. To watch that baby cry out for the first time gets to me every time. To hear that mom make that final push...that truly comes right from her core...makes me realize every time how powerful woman are.</div>
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And what are some of the other things that are involved:</div>
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~ Long hours. Yes, many long hours. Babies don't always like to come at fast speeds. They usually like to descend slowly. Taking their sweet time. I usually get there when the mom is in early labor, and I stay until the mom is settled in her room after the birth. I am there for the first moments of breastfeeding, to make sure that the baby is latched on. It's a bonus that I am a lactation counselor, so I get to bring this area of experise in the mix. I don't like to leave until everything is settled and mom is ready to rest.</div>
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~Sometimes it's messy. There are fluids involved that you don't want to talk about. It's a hospital (normally)...so you get what you expect. It's a good time for me to oil up with my essential oils, so that I stay healthy. </div>
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~Emotions are flying all over the place. Labor might not being going like the mom wanted it to. The parents might be disagreeing over what to do next. You may have a pushy nurse or doctor who is trying to change minds and may have an alterior agenda. Everyone may get tired. Wait, this is a definite! Babies like to come in the middle of the night...or at least to start labor then. Moms and dads usually haven't been sleeping well lately anyway. So, everyone is tired. The hospital rooms are cold and not always friendly. It is an emotional time. That's where I like to step in and be that even balance for them. To bring them back to focus and not let emotions swing rapidly through the room.</div>
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And as a doula, it's important to have a supportive family. I live on an adrenaline high while I am at a birth. I may also be coming from a long day with my family of 7. And then I have to be ON. It takes a lot out of me emotionally to be there. I may have only had two hours sleep too. So, when I come home, my family kicks in and makes sure I get plenty of sleep and they take care of the house without any of my help. It makes a world of difference for me. Especially if you may have back to back births. The doula also must be tended to. And my family rocks at this. They make sure I get what I need to get back to my first job and my first love: my family</div>
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So, this is it in a nutshell. I serve the Asheville, North Carolina and Spartanburg,South Carolina area. If you are in need of a doula, please leave a message and I will get back to you.</div>
Allison Reynoldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664noreply@blogger.com0