tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41316804233548437562024-02-20T04:50:26.573-08:00MotherhoodNina Chaiyapinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18373209048116774879noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131680423354843756.post-45841048894959158762014-05-05T23:20:00.001-07:002016-09-08T14:28:57.234-07:00The Anticipation of an Expectant Mother<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><b>"I knew I loved you before I met you. I think I dream you into life." </b>~ Savage Garden</i><br />
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Everyday I think about my son Jason. Every time he moves in my tummy, my heart is glad that he is ALIVE! The anticipation of him being born is tortuous, but I'm willing to go through it. Waiting for him is worth it, but oftentimes, I feel like I don't want to wait anymore. Whatever it is that I'm doing seems pale in comparison to meeting my son for the first time. My mind isn't really present. It's in the future. I think I'm falling in love again with another man besides my husband. I'm looking forward to getting to know him and learning from him. This little man is going to teach me more about God's love.</div>
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Nina Chaiyapinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18373209048116774879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131680423354843756.post-65956152790087308382014-03-11T16:16:00.000-07:002014-03-11T16:16:51.616-07:00Little Kids Are So Curious (2)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ryan</b>: Do you have a baby in your tummy?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ms. Nina</b>: No, Ryan. I have a watermelon in my tummy. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ryan</b>: How did it get in there? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ms. Nina</b>: I'm just kidding. Yes, I have a baby in my tummy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ryan</b>: Can you take it out?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ms. Nina</b>: Umm...not yet Ryan. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ryan</b>: What if it grows and grows...and then POP! <i>hahahahaha</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ms. Nina</b>: :)</span></div>
Nina Chaiyapinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18373209048116774879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131680423354843756.post-1037693188126325172014-02-15T18:00:00.004-08:002014-02-15T18:14:50.937-08:00The Hidden Treasure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><b>"Mundane tasks are the hidden treasure to creating a home that is a haven." </b></i>~Courtney Joseph<br />
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I used to complain a lot that the dishes are never done. When we were living in Thailand, we'd eat out all the time and our apartment was small, so I didn't mind household chores too much. Or maybe it was because we were newly weds, and I still enjoyed the newness of being a wife and serving my husband by cleaning and doing both our laundry.<br />
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Then we moved to the US, and my attitude changed. I had to shop for groceries, cook, and clean. Once you cook, then you clean, and the cycle starts over again. Before I got a job, I enjoyed trying new recipes and saving money by not eating out. However, eventually I got a job working outside the home, and household duties began to quickly lose their luster.<br />
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When I got pregnant, I really couldn't do as much as I used to. That was when I had to sit down and talked with my husband and asked him to help me more around the house. Praise God my husband was willing to step up to the plate. Still, there were times when I resented cooking, doing dishes and laundry--the mundane tasks in life.<br />
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One day, I stumbled upon this book called <u>Women Living Well</u> by Courtney Joseph. What she shared about how our attitude should be when we do the mundane tasks in the house changed me. I never realized how doing chores has any connection to God. It was something I have to do; otherwise, I get annoyed when I come home to an untidy house. I can't stand seeing dishes piled up in the sink. I get "visually stressed" out when my house is cluttered or dirty. <br />
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Now, I still do the same chores except cleaning the toilet and the sink. My husband took over those duties because I can't stand the chemicals while being pregnant. But I believe something in me has changed. I have learned that whatever I do, I can do it for the glory of God ( 1 Corinthians 10:31), and that includes something I once thought was so tedious as chores. These mundane tasks can have an eternal impact! Glorifying God is not just about being up on the pulpit or attending church meetings. Daily hard work can bring " a blessing to everyone who enters our home," and that includes my husband and I. And one day it will include our unborn son as well.</div>
Nina Chaiyapinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18373209048116774879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131680423354843756.post-31457108557802405472014-02-15T17:16:00.002-08:002016-09-08T14:29:21.802-07:00Little Kids Are So Curious<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>Little Angela:</b> Ms. Nina, do you have a baby in your tummy?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>Ms. Nina:</b> Yes, I do Angela.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>Little Angela:</b> Did you have the baby in your tummy last
week?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>Ms. Nina:</b> Ah, yes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>Little Angela: </b>What does the baby do in your tummy?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>Ms. Nina:</b> He moves around and kicks a lot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>Little Angela</b>:
Really? Does it hurt?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>Ms. Nina:</b> No, not really. You know, when you were in your
mom’s tummy, you did the same thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>Little Angela: </b>I did???</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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