I've made no bones about or have in any way hidden my phobia and anxiety issues. It is part of me; a dark, ugly, self loathing, consuming, and humbling part of me. I wish I could lance it off like cancerous skin, leech the poison of it out of my body and brain, or exorcise the demon that plagues me so. I've not yet found my release for this, maybe I never will and it is my own cross of suffering to bear - even though some cannot see it that way if they themselves have never battled an emotional disorder. I will hold steadfast even in my darkest times that I can and will beat it someday. Not under my own steam alone for sure, but perhaps when I have bent to breaking, shattering, and splintering - God will reform me, willing the pieces back into a stronger form.
This week has been tough. My boys have been ill with a sinus infection and bad cough. I normally am fine with THOSE kinds of sickness. Snot, blood, poop, fever - I can take it. Stomach bugs and vomiting, well, I'm a goner. Unfortunately little Kit is a gagger when he gets in a phlegmy coughing fit. Nearly every day this week he has thrown up once to empty his stomach of drained mucus. Hubby has been here for all to deal with it until today. I was on my own when disaster struck. Holding a coughing, puking toddler and having the strike of terror so bone deep I was in a paralyzed state of shock. I managed to stutter to Corrina to call her daddy if he was nearby to help. She got a plastic bag to collect the soiled items. She brought me scissors to cut the shirt off my son, the shirt that had a kangaroo pouch full of my kryptonite. She helped turn on the bath water and ask me if there was any other single thing she could do to help me take care of baby brother.
My sweet, brave 7 year old with more composure than her mother. Today she was my big blessing in a small package. I couldn't have managed without her. Thank you God for this little Angel who watched over a mother incapable of performing up to par. Thank you Corrina for being my everyday hero. Mommy loves you more than you will ever know.
P.S. Kit you are grounded until you stop puking, but I still love you.
P.P.S. Charley is no help in a desperate situation, but I still love the little maggot too.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Stewardship and Parenting
I think for most parents a primary goal is to raise good children. To raise little people who know right from wrong, have the foundation to be strong enough when choosing in between the two, be conscientious of others, know their own self worth while respecting others, and ultimately turn those little people into good big people. When I hear or read in the news all the atrocities around us, the irresponsibility, the disdain for fellow man and the foundering of the world God gave us dominion over - it hits me so hard that we are failing. We, collectively, are turning our backs on genuine purpose in life. I cannot change the world, but I can change me. I can put forth elbow grease to ease the passage for my children. I can help my children become the person I should have been. Imagine if we all put the best of ourselves into our little ones; it would be a glorious sight, indeed.
Hubs and I try to teach our children morals, values, and impress upon them the importance of good character. We are naturally conservative, not only are we Catholic but we also stick to fairly old-fashioned gender roles in our family unit. Hubs is the head and primary breadwinner, I'm the stay at home mom/wife. Some would think we're in the dark ages, but I think my vocation as wife and mother is pretty enlightening most times.
Anywho, part of character formation relies on a powerful tool: stewardship. Teaching your children to be responsible and giving people is a wonderful gift. Stewardship can take so many forms; it isn't hard to incorporate and the lifelong lessons learned by it will bear beautiful fruits (or nuts like in our family, we're strange like that.)
Some simple examples:
*We stress the importance of recycling; we must be stewards of the Earth.
*We teach the children that wasting food, water, and electricity is not a good choice when so many others have none; what food waste we do have is always collected in a scrap bucket to feed the chickens and compost to give back to the Earth. The kids regularly turn off all the lights if any are left on. Sometimes with me still in the bathroom, on the toilet . . . oh well I do some of my best thinking on the throne in the dark.
*We share meals with friends and family; hospitality and generosity is never a bad gesture and nearly always received with thankfulness and in turn inspires that person to "pass it on."
*When you have, then give. We regularly go through our things, the kids's toys, clothing, etc. and do a purge. They actively participate in this and play a major role in what they can do without, what they can share with another, what extraneous items that aren't used much and could be of better use to someone else. If your kids have trouble letting go, make them watch an episode of hoarders. I bet their fingers will be itching to thin the crop! These goods we glean are always donated. We've only had stuff enough for a garage sale two or three times in all the years we have been together and our prices were so cheap that we rarely made enough money to be worth the effort. So, donations - monetary, foodstuffs, clothing, or other goods to a reputable receiver is a plus. (We do use goodwill at times but prefer local clothes/food pantry, community drives, and other organizations that are non-profit.)
* Have a pet, teach children the responsibility of caring for another living creature.
*Here's a good one that we can all appreciate; put your kids to work. Yup, use that free child labor by giving age appropriate chores for them to be responsible for. They live in their home, show them that they too are responsible for taking care of it. Pride in a job well done or chore completed is a good esteem booster for those little egos. My little Kit is not yet 2 and he nearly always helps me unload the dishwasher. He knows where everything goes already and the smile on his face when he successfully wrestles a heavy pot into the right cupboard is priceless.
*Similarly, let them learn home-ec at home. They want clean clothing -well, help wash and fold it. They want food to eat, let them see and participate in the effort involved in making it. It is easier to just do it yourself as an adult. It's less mess, less time, less work - but letting them help gives them a better concept of what the world holds for an adult.
*Let your children become snail-mail pen pals with someone who is elderly or lonely. Give them a chance to foster a friendship that can bring light to someone else's darkness.
This list isn't the end all - be all - no fail road map to having decent kids. There are adults who don't even put forth more good in this world than what they take. But, with diligence and sacrifice, with loving guidance/direction/discipline - we can raise a new generation that will lead us to a better society to live in. I am already proud of my children. Now to hope that when they are my age with a family of their own, they can be proud of me.
Hubs and I try to teach our children morals, values, and impress upon them the importance of good character. We are naturally conservative, not only are we Catholic but we also stick to fairly old-fashioned gender roles in our family unit. Hubs is the head and primary breadwinner, I'm the stay at home mom/wife. Some would think we're in the dark ages, but I think my vocation as wife and mother is pretty enlightening most times.
Anywho, part of character formation relies on a powerful tool: stewardship. Teaching your children to be responsible and giving people is a wonderful gift. Stewardship can take so many forms; it isn't hard to incorporate and the lifelong lessons learned by it will bear beautiful fruits (or nuts like in our family, we're strange like that.)
Some simple examples:
*We stress the importance of recycling; we must be stewards of the Earth.
*We teach the children that wasting food, water, and electricity is not a good choice when so many others have none; what food waste we do have is always collected in a scrap bucket to feed the chickens and compost to give back to the Earth. The kids regularly turn off all the lights if any are left on. Sometimes with me still in the bathroom, on the toilet . . . oh well I do some of my best thinking on the throne in the dark.
*We share meals with friends and family; hospitality and generosity is never a bad gesture and nearly always received with thankfulness and in turn inspires that person to "pass it on."
*When you have, then give. We regularly go through our things, the kids's toys, clothing, etc. and do a purge. They actively participate in this and play a major role in what they can do without, what they can share with another, what extraneous items that aren't used much and could be of better use to someone else. If your kids have trouble letting go, make them watch an episode of hoarders. I bet their fingers will be itching to thin the crop! These goods we glean are always donated. We've only had stuff enough for a garage sale two or three times in all the years we have been together and our prices were so cheap that we rarely made enough money to be worth the effort. So, donations - monetary, foodstuffs, clothing, or other goods to a reputable receiver is a plus. (We do use goodwill at times but prefer local clothes/food pantry, community drives, and other organizations that are non-profit.)
* Have a pet, teach children the responsibility of caring for another living creature.
*Here's a good one that we can all appreciate; put your kids to work. Yup, use that free child labor by giving age appropriate chores for them to be responsible for. They live in their home, show them that they too are responsible for taking care of it. Pride in a job well done or chore completed is a good esteem booster for those little egos. My little Kit is not yet 2 and he nearly always helps me unload the dishwasher. He knows where everything goes already and the smile on his face when he successfully wrestles a heavy pot into the right cupboard is priceless.
*Similarly, let them learn home-ec at home. They want clean clothing -well, help wash and fold it. They want food to eat, let them see and participate in the effort involved in making it. It is easier to just do it yourself as an adult. It's less mess, less time, less work - but letting them help gives them a better concept of what the world holds for an adult.
*Let your children become snail-mail pen pals with someone who is elderly or lonely. Give them a chance to foster a friendship that can bring light to someone else's darkness.
This list isn't the end all - be all - no fail road map to having decent kids. There are adults who don't even put forth more good in this world than what they take. But, with diligence and sacrifice, with loving guidance/direction/discipline - we can raise a new generation that will lead us to a better society to live in. I am already proud of my children. Now to hope that when they are my age with a family of their own, they can be proud of me.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Hospitality
Today's post, like so many others, is just a simple musing on an aspect of my life that has been on my mind. I am a hermit. I have social avoidance issues that I've been unable to yet overcome. It hurts, especially when it affects living out the life of Faith - or conversely - being hindered in doing it. My Catholic beliefs remain so strong in my core. It is as big of a part of me as the mantle of mother, wife, daughter, sister, aunt, etc. It is a defining part of my life, the star of guidance, and always a conscious voice in decision making. Having said all that - I have not been to Mass in a long, long time. My heart does weep for this. My soul thirsts for it. My spirit is shamed for it. But, I cannot make myself go. Panic always ensues when I am in a crowd and even my blessed Church cannot provide a buffer strong enough to assuage that irrational fear. I can only take comfort that God knows my heart and forgives me for it and in his own way will send me the strength to get over this in the right season of life.
Back to the title of this post, excuse my inept segue, hospitality is still possible for me. My home is my safe haven. In the comfort of my home's walls I can be the unfettered me. So despite my social hang-ups, from these walls I can and do extend hospitality to others by making and sharing meals or treats. It pleases me to drop off a dish to a friend or family member, knowing their body will be nourished with the love that went into making it. I try to on a weekly basis provide a dinner for my parents. I like to make goodies for my husband and his coworkers on occasion. I remember my mother always having an open home, and a meal ready for any visitor wanting. I think there is a "Feeding Gene" that is passed in blood, my mother gave it to me after getting it from her own mother and all the women up the line in my ancestry. We not only enjoy - but NEED to feed people. I can safely invite others into my home for a visit, cuppa, and meal without it setting off my anxiety sensors.
I am not the housekeeping kind of maven that must have my dishes done every evening before bed or directly after the meal. If I'm tuckered out after cooking, I think "meh, it can wait til morning." This morning, an hour ago actually, both my sink basins were full to overflowing with dirty dishes. My counters even had pots and pans waiting for the scrubbing. Sounds like a lot huh? I promise they weren't from more than one day. This is because last night I fed 6 children and 3 adults. Makes for a bunch of dishes but it was a happy burden! As I filled the dishwasher, scraped scraps, and rinsed what still needs to be washed, I smiled at the tummies that were lovingly filled by them. The fellowship and time spent sharing a meal with loved ones is never too much work. Many people who know me often comment that I'm always making something. It's true. It is more satisfying to make something from scratch and see gustatory delight from a dish I created with my own hands, than opening a box and passing around its contents. Not to say I don't use canned or boxed goods - I do. But, homemade takes precedence around these parts.
Hubby and I recently decided that we feel called to extend hospitality a little farther with more commitment We've agreed to set 2 days a month where we invite someone in to partake of a meal. I'll have a bit more planning to do, with menu and budgeting ingredients. Large quantities of food prep don't intimidate me (another gift of the Feeding Gene) and it won"t just be couples, but their families in entirety. After all, our own children will be here. I'm looking forward to this.
Family and friends - be warned; your time may be coming. I will find you, and I will feed you. Have your bib and tucker ready, and an empty belly waiting to be stuffed. Menu requests accepted, dietary considerations will be accommodated - as long as you pretend not to notice any messes in the house or look at my hair which is going through a Donald Trump meets Don King phase. It is terrifying. Additionally, a courtesy wheelbarrow ride will be provided upon request to wheel you out to your vehicle if food stupor ensues.
Cheers!
Court
Back to the title of this post, excuse my inept segue, hospitality is still possible for me. My home is my safe haven. In the comfort of my home's walls I can be the unfettered me. So despite my social hang-ups, from these walls I can and do extend hospitality to others by making and sharing meals or treats. It pleases me to drop off a dish to a friend or family member, knowing their body will be nourished with the love that went into making it. I try to on a weekly basis provide a dinner for my parents. I like to make goodies for my husband and his coworkers on occasion. I remember my mother always having an open home, and a meal ready for any visitor wanting. I think there is a "Feeding Gene" that is passed in blood, my mother gave it to me after getting it from her own mother and all the women up the line in my ancestry. We not only enjoy - but NEED to feed people. I can safely invite others into my home for a visit, cuppa, and meal without it setting off my anxiety sensors.
I am not the housekeeping kind of maven that must have my dishes done every evening before bed or directly after the meal. If I'm tuckered out after cooking, I think "meh, it can wait til morning." This morning, an hour ago actually, both my sink basins were full to overflowing with dirty dishes. My counters even had pots and pans waiting for the scrubbing. Sounds like a lot huh? I promise they weren't from more than one day. This is because last night I fed 6 children and 3 adults. Makes for a bunch of dishes but it was a happy burden! As I filled the dishwasher, scraped scraps, and rinsed what still needs to be washed, I smiled at the tummies that were lovingly filled by them. The fellowship and time spent sharing a meal with loved ones is never too much work. Many people who know me often comment that I'm always making something. It's true. It is more satisfying to make something from scratch and see gustatory delight from a dish I created with my own hands, than opening a box and passing around its contents. Not to say I don't use canned or boxed goods - I do. But, homemade takes precedence around these parts.
Hubby and I recently decided that we feel called to extend hospitality a little farther with more commitment We've agreed to set 2 days a month where we invite someone in to partake of a meal. I'll have a bit more planning to do, with menu and budgeting ingredients. Large quantities of food prep don't intimidate me (another gift of the Feeding Gene) and it won"t just be couples, but their families in entirety. After all, our own children will be here. I'm looking forward to this.
Family and friends - be warned; your time may be coming. I will find you, and I will feed you. Have your bib and tucker ready, and an empty belly waiting to be stuffed. Menu requests accepted, dietary considerations will be accommodated - as long as you pretend not to notice any messes in the house or look at my hair which is going through a Donald Trump meets Don King phase. It is terrifying. Additionally, a courtesy wheelbarrow ride will be provided upon request to wheel you out to your vehicle if food stupor ensues.
Cheers!
Court
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Friendship
What does friendship mean to you? Is it based on how that person makes you feel about yourself or how you make that person feel? Is it more material and based on gifts and the like - giving or receiving How about the capacity for sharing and forgiveness, do those rank highly?
The reason I ask is because my brain was crunching away on the concept and I know what it means to me. I'm curious as to the thoughts of others. In this age of overwhelming social media we are all equipped with an awesome power of "connectedness." We have hundreds, or for some, thousands even - of "friends" on network sites and blogs. Our contact lists in those handy little smartphones are seemingly endless. But how dang many of them are real?
How many of them do you sit down with for a real chat and cup of cheer? How often is there a physical shoulder to support the weight of your tears and woes? When you are at your worst, who gives you their best without needing a return on the emotional investment? When was the last time you sent or received an actual piece of correspondence; the tactile feel of paper a delight with eyes feasting on words written in a dear hand? An art of communication is broken down now. We say so much on facebook, posting our glories and irritations on a billboard of publicity, yet falter when it comes to a verbal conversation with a chance run-in at town. I'm as guilty as anyone else at this. I get awkward with surprise meetings. Heck, I feel awkward with planned ones as well.
I have my family, extended family, and a handful of genuine friends. I have no shame in not possessing "lots and lots" of friends. Sure, there are acquaintances and people that I enjoy keeping in touch with. But those true-blue, kindred spirit, bosom buddy, meat to my potatoes kind of friends? They are rare, hard to find, an earnest loving effort to keep, and rewarding to the extreme. They sustain me, they uplift me, they fill my cup to full measure. A busy/hectic/sprawling social life is not something I want. Being cool or popular has never been my priority. Being loved, respected, and valued by my small circle is more than sufficient.
Even with all that, one final art worth mentioning seems lost. The capacity to be content with ourselves. Solitude and time alone shouldn't be uncomfortable or leave you pining for "action." Slow down, embrace silence, get to know yourself again. Then armed with that self knowledge, you are better equipped to know what you have to give to others.
With that, I'm done. I have a diaper to change, a dog to feed, and a dishwasher calling my name to be emptied; but not until after I check with my husband to make sure he mailed out the thick fistful of notes to people via snail mail. I might have to take out a small loan to post them all.
Cheers, Court
The reason I ask is because my brain was crunching away on the concept and I know what it means to me. I'm curious as to the thoughts of others. In this age of overwhelming social media we are all equipped with an awesome power of "connectedness." We have hundreds, or for some, thousands even - of "friends" on network sites and blogs. Our contact lists in those handy little smartphones are seemingly endless. But how dang many of them are real?
How many of them do you sit down with for a real chat and cup of cheer? How often is there a physical shoulder to support the weight of your tears and woes? When you are at your worst, who gives you their best without needing a return on the emotional investment? When was the last time you sent or received an actual piece of correspondence; the tactile feel of paper a delight with eyes feasting on words written in a dear hand? An art of communication is broken down now. We say so much on facebook, posting our glories and irritations on a billboard of publicity, yet falter when it comes to a verbal conversation with a chance run-in at town. I'm as guilty as anyone else at this. I get awkward with surprise meetings. Heck, I feel awkward with planned ones as well.
I have my family, extended family, and a handful of genuine friends. I have no shame in not possessing "lots and lots" of friends. Sure, there are acquaintances and people that I enjoy keeping in touch with. But those true-blue, kindred spirit, bosom buddy, meat to my potatoes kind of friends? They are rare, hard to find, an earnest loving effort to keep, and rewarding to the extreme. They sustain me, they uplift me, they fill my cup to full measure. A busy/hectic/sprawling social life is not something I want. Being cool or popular has never been my priority. Being loved, respected, and valued by my small circle is more than sufficient.
Even with all that, one final art worth mentioning seems lost. The capacity to be content with ourselves. Solitude and time alone shouldn't be uncomfortable or leave you pining for "action." Slow down, embrace silence, get to know yourself again. Then armed with that self knowledge, you are better equipped to know what you have to give to others.
With that, I'm done. I have a diaper to change, a dog to feed, and a dishwasher calling my name to be emptied; but not until after I check with my husband to make sure he mailed out the thick fistful of notes to people via snail mail. I might have to take out a small loan to post them all.
Cheers, Court
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Hooray!
It is done, the old house is sold. God's hand was so evident in this process. The years of waiting and wondering why we couldn't sell; our forever home coming available at just the right time; a buyer for the old home when we needed it most - it all culminated to an end resulting in the actual answering of our prayers.
Sometimes it is hard to keep perspective and remain hopeful when you are bogged down in the mire. It isn't easy to stay objective and see the bigger picture when you feel as though you are suffering or being tested in the here and now. But, I guess that's faith. Being willing to surrender, being willing to trust, being willing to say I will try, I will pray, I will wait, and watch Your work unfold. We all need little reminders when feeling like that - our earnest exclamations of "I believe, help my unbelief!" never go unheard.
2013 is our new start. Our family will regroup, reaffirm our commitments to one another, re-evaluate possessions as we continue unpacking, create a recovery plan for our finances that took quite a blow the past two years, and lastly - rejoice in the adventure ahead!
Cheers, mates!
Court
Sometimes it is hard to keep perspective and remain hopeful when you are bogged down in the mire. It isn't easy to stay objective and see the bigger picture when you feel as though you are suffering or being tested in the here and now. But, I guess that's faith. Being willing to surrender, being willing to trust, being willing to say I will try, I will pray, I will wait, and watch Your work unfold. We all need little reminders when feeling like that - our earnest exclamations of "I believe, help my unbelief!" never go unheard.
2013 is our new start. Our family will regroup, reaffirm our commitments to one another, re-evaluate possessions as we continue unpacking, create a recovery plan for our finances that took quite a blow the past two years, and lastly - rejoice in the adventure ahead!
Cheers, mates!
Court
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
New Normal
Greetings and Happy New Year! May it bring you joy and prosperity!
We have settled in ever so comfortably to our new home. It feels more like "home" than ever before at our previous one. I don't miss the old house at all, only little pangs of bittersweet nostalgia at the memories left behind there. We should be - please God!- having closing on the old place within the next two weeks and I am eager to be relieved of the burden of owning two homes.
We love doing our homeschooling and this momma thinks that it will be hard if they want to go back to public next year. But, I do feel it is important to let them have a say in their choices for education. Speaking of education, I'm sincerely mulling over preparing to do some of that for myself. Now that Kit is done nursing and more self reliant, it would be easier for me to take some classes. I'd like to get a massage therapy certification from a nearby community college. Between friends and family, I know I would have a broad range of ready made clientele that I could freelance with to earn extra income for our household. Plus the convenience of making my own hours to still be the stay at home mother that our family requires. It does cost money though, so no decision or commitment can be made until the other house is sold, some bills are paid, and the tax return is in.
I better close up here. Just was dropping a line to let you know I'm still alive and kicking, ready to see what 2013 has to bring. Hopefully all things good!
Cheers, Court
We have settled in ever so comfortably to our new home. It feels more like "home" than ever before at our previous one. I don't miss the old house at all, only little pangs of bittersweet nostalgia at the memories left behind there. We should be - please God!- having closing on the old place within the next two weeks and I am eager to be relieved of the burden of owning two homes.
We love doing our homeschooling and this momma thinks that it will be hard if they want to go back to public next year. But, I do feel it is important to let them have a say in their choices for education. Speaking of education, I'm sincerely mulling over preparing to do some of that for myself. Now that Kit is done nursing and more self reliant, it would be easier for me to take some classes. I'd like to get a massage therapy certification from a nearby community college. Between friends and family, I know I would have a broad range of ready made clientele that I could freelance with to earn extra income for our household. Plus the convenience of making my own hours to still be the stay at home mother that our family requires. It does cost money though, so no decision or commitment can be made until the other house is sold, some bills are paid, and the tax return is in.
I better close up here. Just was dropping a line to let you know I'm still alive and kicking, ready to see what 2013 has to bring. Hopefully all things good!
Cheers, Court
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Back into the Groove
We really and finally are settling into our new normal. Enough is unpacked that I can park in the garage. Each day something new finds it's little niche. Every unpacked box is cheered on as the empty carcass is tossed outside to be burned, recycled, or shared. It is lovely to have enough room to finally have things out that we've wanted to use or display for years, but were space-locked.
We are caught back up mostly with the home-schooling that was shuffled onto the back burner when the schedule went into cant-fit-enough-time-in-the-day mode. I can say wholeheartedly that homeschooling this year was a blessing. Corrina had enough change to tax her sensitive system; being able to flex school to fit her needs and to accommodate the move was one less challenge and burden to stress over. The freedom to sneak school in on an evening or weekend is truly liberating. This isn't an advert or selling plug - but we switched her over to the K12 program that is done online and additionally with home materials provided for free. Wow, we are still in the beginning stages of it - but what we've done so far really has been great. User-friendly, pre-planned yet still flexible lessons, engaging materials, and a comfortable reassurance that it is based on and meets common core benchmarks for her grade level - so she can reintegrate to a public school if and when she wants. The record keeping and lesson plans are a major help to me; it was the hardest area for me to adapt to. With the K12 it is done for me- and with 3 kids to take care of - I appreciate the release from that task. Basically, I'm just her "coach" who presents the materials, assists, supervises - and watches her grow as an independent learner. As a newbie homeschooler, I really couldn't ask for more.
Hard to believe that November has reached and passed it's midway. The looming holidays add a bit of nervousness since money is tight, the auction for the old house is next week, and we are still in financial limbo. All of that is tempered with joy and comfort from being in a house that truly feels like home. My little family is whole, healthy in the broadest sense, and secure in our unending love for each other. That is what my heart is thankful for. Lastly, a profound gratitude for my little Lydia's continued healing. Recent doctor checkups left us with positive results to hold onto, pray for it to keep on track, and look forward to a future where she is her strong, brave, and healthy self - free from the tumor, free from any danger, and arms open to capture the world.
We are caught back up mostly with the home-schooling that was shuffled onto the back burner when the schedule went into cant-fit-enough-time-in-the-day mode. I can say wholeheartedly that homeschooling this year was a blessing. Corrina had enough change to tax her sensitive system; being able to flex school to fit her needs and to accommodate the move was one less challenge and burden to stress over. The freedom to sneak school in on an evening or weekend is truly liberating. This isn't an advert or selling plug - but we switched her over to the K12 program that is done online and additionally with home materials provided for free. Wow, we are still in the beginning stages of it - but what we've done so far really has been great. User-friendly, pre-planned yet still flexible lessons, engaging materials, and a comfortable reassurance that it is based on and meets common core benchmarks for her grade level - so she can reintegrate to a public school if and when she wants. The record keeping and lesson plans are a major help to me; it was the hardest area for me to adapt to. With the K12 it is done for me- and with 3 kids to take care of - I appreciate the release from that task. Basically, I'm just her "coach" who presents the materials, assists, supervises - and watches her grow as an independent learner. As a newbie homeschooler, I really couldn't ask for more.
Hard to believe that November has reached and passed it's midway. The looming holidays add a bit of nervousness since money is tight, the auction for the old house is next week, and we are still in financial limbo. All of that is tempered with joy and comfort from being in a house that truly feels like home. My little family is whole, healthy in the broadest sense, and secure in our unending love for each other. That is what my heart is thankful for. Lastly, a profound gratitude for my little Lydia's continued healing. Recent doctor checkups left us with positive results to hold onto, pray for it to keep on track, and look forward to a future where she is her strong, brave, and healthy self - free from the tumor, free from any danger, and arms open to capture the world.
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