I love my husband. He works hard. Very hard. He has a vision for what he wants for our family, long term, that I’m grateful for. I’m so thankful. But it’s a tough gig being a climber. It’s a tough gig being the wife of a climber. It’s a tough gig being the kids of a climber.
One of the challenges is the frequent moving that comes with each rung grasped. When the kids were small it didn’t phase them. But now that the kids are entering in the teen waters, it gets harder. Continue reading
Our children have much power in holding our hearts. We give it to them freely piece by piece as they grow up. They smile, we give pieces of our heart. They laugh, we give pieces of our heart. They say their first word, take their first step, present us with handmade art… Piece by piece, bit by bit, we give it and so it goes…
I never realized the weight of such giving. Until I found myself toe to toe, nose to nose, with a younger version of meContinue reading
I took my son out on a mom/son date night. We went out to eat, walked around some shops, grabbed some coffee, and then went for a drive. We talked for hours about all sorts of things. The conversation shifted toward the end of the night towards Church, when my 12 year old son shared his own insight on it… The conversation went like this… Continue reading
There comes a time in every child’s life when it is necessary for them to sit down with their parent(s) & have “the talk”… Yes about “where babies come from”.
For my older daughter the time had come. I planned it well. I put my younger daughter down for a nap. Sat my beautiful, older, daughter down and we discussed the ins and outs of just how, who, what, and why of all things baby. It could not have gone better. She asked questions, I answered honestly. We laughed. We hugged. It was perfect.
Being a parent provides multiple opportunities for anger to rear it’s ugly head. Sometimes I don’t even recognize that I’m irritated, much less angry… that is, until I’m about to *BUST*. Other times, I can actually feel the tension building inside. …boiling… stirring… festering…Continue reading
Years before our kids were even old enough for pre-k I can remember pouring over countless books, curriculum catalogs, and homeschool forums. I studied learning styles, teaching methods, curriculum approaches, and multiple intelligences. I spent hoards of time listening to lectures, webinars, programs, guessing what my childrens learning styles would be. Then I’d spend months more researching curriculum for what would *best* suit them. I interviewed other homeschool moms, asked lots of questions, and came up with a fool proof plan of attack. Or so I thought…
By the time our oldest was 4, I had his educational path well planned out. I knew what curriculum would be best for him, how to teach him, and how to troubleshoot every possible obstacle from pre-K to college. I was prepared. Sure I was a bit nervous, but how hard can pre-K be? Right?! Wrong…Continue reading
After our homeschool day was done, we all decided to jump in the pool. We were all in there laughing, playing, and just talking up a storm. I was just enjoying being with my children, and realizing how cool they really are.
I was holding my youngest daughter and just skimming her feet along the surface of the water. Back and forth, back and forth. She lovedContinue reading
As a homeschool mom, I often find myself wondering how I made it through the day. I mean, I can think of all kinds of things I did to help make the day go smoothly, however I know that somedays it can only be attributed to God alone carrying me through.
At the end of the day as I sit alone watching the kids play and listening to them laugh I reflect on how awesome God really is in everyday life… I mean here I am just me. The me who doesn’t like cooking a main dish with more than 5Continue reading