parenting

The Homeschool Mom: an honest rambling on a social life

The following is a bit of a non-creative ramble, but my head is swimming with thoughts and aches and the overwhelming successes of being a Christian homeschool mom. *** When I decided to homeschool Isaac, it surprised me as much as anything ever has. Homeschooling can feel like your house turns into a boat. You [...]

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in Septober they teach us

A few weeks ago Ian walked in and declared it to be SEPTOBER! And so it is. Yesterday he said he loves strawberries because they taste like fruit-snack guts. Don’t children educate us well?They teach us that sometimes Dudes just have to suck it up and attend a tea party – because HEY, it’s better [...]

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Training Wheels

a post by Seth, the Daddy: Sundays seem to be a natural time for community to happen here at the apartments. Adults mill around the yard, converse, and steal away to sneak slices of key lime pie while children play in the yard, chalk the sidewalks, light-saber and force each other to the ground, or [...]

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the Rock Home Companion: On the Pause and Allowed Mess (A Loud Mess)

Sometimes I look around and ask myself if this is really my life. Granted, those moments don’t come often, but when they do, I enjoy them, and I want to press the PAUSE button, so I can walk around in a freeze-frame to memorize it. These moments, 9 times out of ten, are when I’m [...]

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Empty and Full – an Honest Mother’s Day

Some days I am bone dry. Even an accidental Spiderman cup of juice flying at my lap from across the table can’t move me. I am un-rested mother, and that descriptor shakes a stick at my perspective on sexy and fun and life and light – on the gratitude that keeps my heart singing. I [...]

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A Rock Home Companion: on being kin to dirt

“Milk comes from, say what?” This week it was go to the farm and get really dirty day, so we went to a big barn, in flip-flops no less, and checked out all kinds of furry, loud, strange-parted creatures. I didn’t know what we were getting ourselves into, which makes me really sad at myself. [...]

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