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Okay so to be honest I’ve been noticing that I really like it when some guys take off their shirt. Every time they do I always love 💗 looking at the structure of their upper body and mostly their belly button because looking at their belly button is so adorable.😍😌 Sometimes I just want to ask the person of tickle it and make them laugh because that’s my favorite part about tickling is to hear them laugh.😃💯 I wish someone can tickle me and my belly button because I love a good laugh.
Im a guy an i love having mine exposed. I also love when when show there’s
You can tickle my belly button all you want
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Because sometimes mothers and children are made for each other even when they’re not made from each other « The Gypsy Mama - [...] As I’m spending this week focusing on the various elements of motherhood that I love, from belly buttons to…
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All this week leading up to mother’s day I will be posting on topics related to this most favorite of my subjects: the delicious, demanding and high calling of motherhood. And on Friday I’ll invite you to link up your own answer to the question, “Moms matter because.” Feel free to share from the perspective of either parent or child.
I play this game with our boys. I ask them, “Where’d you get your blue eyes?”
And they yell out in glee, “From mama!”
“Where’d you get your hair?” – from uncle Josh.
“Where’d you get your nose?” – from daddy.
“Where’d you get your lips?” – from daddy
“Where’d you get your belly button?” (and this answer is my favorite, favorite).
“From mama!” they squeal in delight.
Then they inevitably ask their own never-tired question, “Why, mama? Why’d we get this from you?”
I tell them the belly button love story.
It begins at an outdoor café in Kyiv, Ukraine at a birthday party for a girl about to turn thirty. She has never wanted children . But all year long the Lord, the giver of only good gifts, has been unwrapping her heart and presenting her with fresh perspectives on motherhood.
She is surrounded by missionary women who adventure on trains, planes and automobiles with their babes and kids and teens. Undaunted by language barriers or the state of the toilet facilities they go. They go into the villages and churches with excitement in their eyes and kids in their wake.
They never tell her she is missing out. She can see it for herself.
And with thirty candles on her cake she wishes only one thing. And a short year later he is born in Pretoria, South Africa. Three days before her next birthday.
My firstborn grew me in ways and places I didn’t know I had. And I am not just talking about stretch marks and pants sizes. With each week of his development I understood more about how God loves me and how my existence is wrapped up in his. Sustained, nourished, fed, buffered by Him.
Jackson was umbilical cord anchored to me.
We breathed together, ate together, moved together. And on a warm August morning the Creator of the Universe bent down and allowed me to share the mystery of co-creating life with Him; out of darkness I spoke and yelled and groaned my new light into being.
And I discovered that I was both the clay and the potter. And it was so very, very good.
And while his legs might shoot up in height, while his attitude might take unpleasant turns, and his feet outgrow his shoes, that belly button remains the same.
It is the living reminder of where he came from. Of who he came from. And why.
They are on my list of endless gifts .
Long, lean legs of a boy-child that tippy toe touch the end of the bed
Bright green Hawaaian print swim suits for eager boys
Picnics outside the Church with soccer balls and quesadillas
Sweet sister!! You just painted a beautiful new picture of belly buttons for me!! I might just have to borrow that perspective!
Motherhood truly is a mysterious gift!
~kristin
Here’s my secret – anytime I see my boys’ bellybuttons I think of them as my own personal “Made in Lisa-Jo” label. ;) I do, I really do!
Your sweet sweet story brought tears to my eyes – when having a bad day i will always now take time to think about my daughters belly buttons, take a deep breath and just feel the love, the journey, the strength it took to have my girls and remember i can get through this. thank you thank you thank you.
Oh, you are so very welcome. Because I do the exact same thing. I grab those crazy boys on days when they make me so mad and I just snuggle my face into their bellies and kiss those little belly buttons and remember where they began – and that I was there at the beginning. And my love is much stronger than their bad attitude or the flood they have just let loose on my kitchen floor. Those belly buttons can save a mama’s sanity! ;)
WoW! I never looked at it that way. What a beautiful thing, those belly-buttons! :)
One might say they are almost as delicious as a daily helping of chocolate ….. ;)
Being a mother is incredible. I actually just guest posted for someone about what it means to be a mom…
http://moxiemomma.com/?p=1401
Read it, loved it, left you a comment over there.
Never thought about it like that! So beautiful!! Thanks. :)
Crying at the coffee shop. I am so moved by this. Will you come share part of this sentiment (or something related to your thoughts this week) in comments on my most recent post? I ask some questions about that first year of motherhood, and I’d love your thoughtful soul to join in the response. (It’s another part of the Greetings From Motherland project.)
I will be *making* time to read your blog all week, lady. Can’t wait.
Thanks kind friend. And yes, I am headed over there now..
This is so, so good. A belly button love story – absolutely beautiful. :) So grateful for the woman who cried and yelled and groaned me into being.
A perfect way to start this week of celebrating motherhood. Beautiful.
What a beautiful mommy story. Oh, my button story consit of outy turned inny. Who knew?
Beautiful! What a beautiful legacy in story to leave for your children.
Lisa-Jo, that made my baby-lover’s heart pitter patter like little chubby toddler feet on a hardwood floor.
as someone who read this post with a belly button perched OVER the laptop space bar, i so appreciate your love for all things belly.
and i’m with you on the firstborn growing parts of you you didn’t know you had … mine left me with feet a half size larger and a heart irrevocably changed.
wonderful. WOnderful. Thank you for this love story. I’m going to send it along to a pregnant friend. It’s tooooooo sweet.
I never wanted kids either…til I had that first one. Then I was hooked, and TOTALLY understood why my parents ended up with 7 – without being catholic!
*blessings*
Wow! I never thought I’d be in tears over a post about belly buttons!! Beautiful!! Thanks! =)
What a wonderful read. SO glad I came by today!
This: “And on a warm August morning the Creator of the Universe bent down and allowed me to share the mystery of co-creating life with Him; out of darkness I spoke and yelled and groaned my new light into being.”
Stunning.
That He let us do that?!!
“With each week of his development I understood more about how God loves me and how my existence is wrapped up in his.”
So true–having kids has shown me what unconditional love means and why our God is so very good. Beautiful picture of mama and baby, too!
Thank you – just posting it made my hormones sit up and take notice again ;)
I remember feeling God’s love so strongly and better understanding it after I had my firstborn. Breathtaking love. Strong love. Amazing.
Absolutely – it’s like someone turned a light on inside my heart and the mama love that is really the Christ’s same love for his kids, just streams out of me.
ohhhh so cute! can’t wait to have a baby one day. Thank you for sharing the gift of being a mother with me. Sounds delightful. One day… one day soon :)
Oh it’s a wild and crazy ride on every possible level – but highly recommended! ;)
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Any type of woman with an outie belly button I automatically find sexually attractive of course I have standards but it be the worse quality of women with it nowadays. Nothing turns me on more than a woman stretching exposing her belly button while sitting or dancing. If thats happens I get that sudden urge to give a belly rub then after a few seconds or about a minute later while my finger rubs against the outie multiple times. I want to give that woman the most passionate kiss ever tongue and all. While we are making out I'm feeling that warm skin off her lower back and her belly button. My lips goes to her neck down to her belly button some how and I start tongue kissing her navel while my fingers usually are on some nipples. It's really been a while since I had some outie belly button love from a woman and I'm looking to do it some more now. 24 years old from Brooklyn, New York tall dark athelic build. Any woman with an outie belly button. You can comment at least thanksss
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My whole family has outie belly buttons. I use to think it was a curse because we all had a big ball of meat sticking out of our bellies. My uncle use to tease my sister and I about having big belly buttons as he would tickle the h*** out my portly belly and big belly button.
Seems to me that your uncle had his own bellybutton fetish.
Sheesh sounds awesome. I wonder what part of town are u from?
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