Lost

Where did all the time go?  One minute I was writing a blog, and then, poof! it disappeared!  I feel guilty for leaving anyone who follows my blog perhaps wondering where I may have gone.

So much has happened in the past six months in my life, and my blog fell away under the craziness.  

I decided to go back to college this past September so that perhaps I could graduate with a degree at the same time as my daughter.  I qualified for financial aid so I took two courses (online) and managed to receive an A for both, but boy, did it take a lot of my time.  Especially when I am also trying to run my Etsy.com vintage shop simultaneously!

Then came Christmas...a very small Christmas due to our financial difficulties.  So much thanks to our oldest son who bought a Wii U for his brothers and sisters for Christmas.  Everything else came from Savers or the Salvation Army!

Then I had to decide if I was willing to continue with school, seeing how much time it took last semester.  And crazily, I decided to take two more classes which started in January.

And for the biggest change of all....

Our first grandchild was born January 25.  A beautiful girl named Madeline Grace who has so blessed our family.

So you can see how I let my blog slip.  

And now, I am contemplating whether God is calling me to continue this blog, or whether he has other plans in mind.  I have missed writing and communicating with the people who read my blog and I am leaning toward trying to maintain it.

For now, I shall pray about it, and I would ask if you could spare a prayer for me and for my family and our finances, and especially for newborn Madeline.

May God bless you and yours!

He is 16 Going on 17

My younger son is 16, going on 17.  A very hard age to mother, I must say.  There are so many things a boy must learn as he grows up in order to be a man of integrity, honor and one who values a job well done.  Yet many of the things he must learn are dangerous, at least to me.  You see, he is my child and so it makes it hard to let him begin his journey to manhood.

He has begged to use the riding mower, and after countless hours of begging, I told him he could begin to learn from his father.  Of course, our mower is old and decrepit and so has to be coddled in order to use it.  For instance, every time my husband wants to mow, he has to drag out the compressor to blow up the tires.  See, our budget is tight, and tires are expensive.  So that meant that our son would also have to learn how to use the compressor without blowing the tire or himself to smithereens. 

So finally, after learning all the ins and outs of lawn mowing, he took his first spin.  I was happy to see that he didn't speed around--he took his time and was relatively cautious.  I was worried about my gardens and the above-ground pool, but he took a wide berth which was easily seen where the grass was not mowed!

Another manly thing I have let him begin doing is lighting our charcoal grill.  He now knows how to put the paper in the chimney thing and get that going.  He knows not to leave it unattended.  I do watch from the window though.  Next, he will be learning how to actually cook on the grill.

I have to confess it also took me a long time to let him cross our busy street to check the mail. 

We have also given him permission to look for a part-time job, and then, once he saves up for driving lessons, he will begin that adventure, one I am really dreading.

These are just some of the many transitional things we have allowed him to do this past summer.  This is hard for me, as I worry so much about my children.  But I am determined that he be trained so that he can feel prepared as he inches towards manhood. 

I pray that God will give me the wisdom to help my son be cautious and make good choices, especially when it comes to his safety, and that He will hear my fervent prayers for my son as he grows up.

Girl!

Well, people, the verdict is in!  The sonogram showed...a healthy little girl!  So happy for my daughter and son-in-law.  Our family has a lot of experience with girls.  I have four sisters and I have three daughters, so this will be fun! 

There hasn't been a baby in our family for quite some time.  My youngest girl, now 13, was the last baby in our extended family.  So it should be interesting to see how all the teens (mostly boys) in our families react with a new baby.  They are in for some fun, that's for sure!  I am really looking forward to how they respond.

I am so thankful to God for the good report of the sonogram, as well as for all your prayers.  Thank you all!

I will keep you updated as the pregnancy progresses!

Boy or Girl?

My eldest daughter is pregnant with our first grandchild.  I am so excited!  Everything is going well, even with the scare of her having a gene for carrying cystic fibrosis.  But through God's grace, her husband does not also have that gene.  God is good!

She has struggled with the usual morning sickness but is starting to feel better.  Tomorrow, though, she is having a sonogram where she and her husband may be able to find out whether their baby is a boy or a girl.  At first she was excited to find out, but now she is worried about everthing else they might see, for example, the lungs and kidneys. 

So all of our excitement is tempered with her worries.  Please pray for her and her little one that everything will be fine.  I have been encouraging her to pray also and to trust in God.  So your prayers united with ours will be so appreciated!

I will be certain to update you tomorrow evening about the outcome.  God bless you all!

Fifty, Not Frumpy

I think someone switched closets with me.  It looks like the same one I've had for years, yet somehow it doesn't belong to me.

It seems lately I put on outfits I've worn many times before and somehow, they don't look the same.  The skirt seems a tad short or the slit a little high.  The neckline is showing too much of my neck and decollete.  The waistline of the pants seems a wee bit snug.

I've decided that around 50 is the hardest time in a woman's life to find clothes that look good on her.  It is like walking a tightrope.  On one side, I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard to look younger, and on the other side, I don't want to look "geriatric" as we say in our family.

I'm noticing that I bypass the shorts and reach for capris instead.  The tanks all seem to show too much skin, and not because it looks too sexy, but because the skin doesn't look so great!  Those tops that fit close to the body, well, they seem to show every bulge and bump.  I gravitate more to the fabrics that "skim" the body.

And jeans, well, that's practically impossible!  Trying to find a waistband that falls where I want it is difficult at best.  They all seem to come either right under my tummy or through the middle of it.  Not a good look!  The ones that come right under the navel are my favorite, but good luck finding those, especially without them looking frumpy.

Dresses are also challenging.  I'm the type of person that looks best in tailored, dramatic clothing, yet most dresses favor the tiny print and lace lady with a hem around the ankles, kind of like "Little House on the Prairie".

And shoes!  I have a closet full of heels that I put on and take off after walking around in them for five minutes.  These are shoes I have worn for years!  Too painful--I reach for the more "sensible" shoes instead of the "sitting" shoes.

So every time I have to go somewhere that requires decent clothing, my bed becomes a pile of discarded outfits as I try on one thing after the other and look in the mirror.  The only one happy about this is our local thrift store who gets all my cast-offs.

I'm considering posting future blogs with outfits I wear to get my readers' opinions on them to help me decide whether they are frumpy or lovely and sophisticated (the look I am going for).

Please join me in my clothing journey.

I am also considering hairstyles in this project as I have grown my hair out after years of it being short and I'm thinking it makes me look like a teenage wannabe.

Let the games begin!

Change is Never Easy

Change.  It is never easy.

Especially change that is not chosen but is thrust upon us. 

Some change is exciting, like having my oldest daughter expecting my first grandchild in January. 

Some change is difficult, like having my oldest son and his wife move back to Louisiana after having lived with us for almost three years.   Or my sister going back to work after almost twenty years of spending time together on a daily basis.

Then there are the high school graduations in our extended family and what comes after that.

Our family is certainly in the midst of a time of transition.

It seems that things stay the same for a few years and then suddenly, change comes in bunches.

I'm not really good with change, although when I was younger, I loved it.  My husband and I moved at least ten times in our early years of marriage.  We had five children.  I loved trying new things out, like Mary Kay or college classes or a part-time job.

But now, I like ordinary.  I like boring.  I like things on an even keel.  I hate surprises.

But as I have grown older, I have learned to roll with the punches; to expect the unexpected; to go with the flow.

And life is much easier that way. 

I do admit to crying some tears over the changes that have been made and are occurring in our family.  Yet I find that I can handle them.  They are not keeping me down.  I just keep moving on down the road of life and focusing on my three children still living at home, and cherishing the time I have with them, as well as spending time with my parents.

I can't stop change.  Life is all about change.  But I can accept it as God's will and trust that He knows the plan and that He will help me through anything I need help with.  And that, my friends, is very comforting.

Where Has Patriotism Gone?

Our beautiful country celebrates its birthday today.  We are so blessed to live in such an amazing nation, "the land of the free, and the home of the brave".

But do we really appreciate the gift of freedom we have been given?  Do we think with pride of the United States of America? 

Not so much these days.  We take these gifts for granted.

I remember the days of "Desert Storm" back in the late '80s.  Patriotism was at a fever pitch.  Flags were everywhere:  on clothing, on lapels, on homes.  When the National Anthem was played, tears sprang into our eyes.  My children sang "God Bless the USA" every day at school after pledging allegiance to our beautiful flag.  We were so proud to be Americans.  We all felt as "one nation". 

But today, things have changed.  Instead of feeling like "one nation", we are all tearing apart at the seams.  Our pride in being Americans is overshadowed by selfishness.  It is all about "me" and not about "us".  We are not all working toward the common good.  We are working for our own good, ignoring what is happening next door or in our communities. 

So, on this day of Independence, let us call to mind the beauty and wonder of our great nation and the people within it.  Let us all come together and give thanks for the gift God has bestowed on us all.  Look at our "grand old flag" and remember what it took to have it wave on that pole.  Sing our National Anthem and really ponder what happened to bring it about.  And ask God to continue to bless our nation and guide our leaders to do what is best in these times of dissension. 

And "let freedom ring"!

Bring on Summer~

Yay, summer!  Bring it on!

I have always loved summer.  I think it started when I went to school.  That last day of school was so amazing!  Imagine, two months to do anything I wanted or nothing at all!  No getting up at the crack of dawn or homework.  Just a lot of empty hours waiting to be filled with whatever I wanted!  Heaven!

I spent many of those hours reading, crafting, playing outside and reading. We played marathon games of Monopoly, played house outside, rode bikes in the yard and dug lots of holes.  And we could even go outside after dinner.  Wow!  My Mom didn't even drive then so we just stayed at home and amused ourselves, me and my four sisters.  It was such a relaxed, laid back time.

Today, I still love summer because I still yearn to throw all schedules to the wind, to go where the day leads me and do nothing if I want to without feeling guilty. 

I don't set my alarm since the sun wakes me early anyway.  I just take my time.  I brew a cup of coffee and sit out on the deck and enjoy the peace and quiet of hearing no school buses.  I watch my birds at the feeders and bird bath and just start my day in an unhurried way.  It seems to make the rest of the day feel less crazy, no matter what it brings.

I try to share this philosophy with my own children, even though they are homeschooled.  We think of fun things to do.  For instance, the girls are going to read all the Trixie Belden books in order.  Last year it was the Hardy Boys. 

The girls want to try and learn to sew.  They are all learning to swim in our above ground pool we bought two years ago with change we had saved in gallon jugs.  We eat outside at every opportunity.  We would like to go to a new spot for a big family picnic.  We are just going to savor this summer! 

Don't let this summer fly by!  Slow down!  Take a deep breath.  Look around at the beauty of summer and the relaxed smiles on your children's faces and your own.  Treat each summer day as a gift to be opened and try to think like a child again.  I promise you, you won't regret it!

Tribute to Dad

Dad, I love you.

I don't say it very often, but I do love you dearly.  You mean the world to me and have been a very important part of my life.

I remember when we were little and you worked nights.  Some mornings we would wake up to find a little pile of pink Canadian mints piled on the kitchen table for us. 

Mom didn't have her license then, so Saturdays, Dad, you would take us grocery shopping.  We thought it was great; especially when we would stop at Kelly's Hamburger Stand for a hamburger, fry and milk.  What a treat!

And how about when Mom was in the hospital after having my sisters, we would wake up and you would be making scrambled eggs.  I loved your scrambled eggs!  We thought it was fun--kind of like roughing it without Mom!

You never complained when you had to bring me back and forth from my part-time job when I was a teen, and would wait patiently no matter how long you had to wait.

You took me out to find my first car--a big, huge bomber of a car.  It was like driving a bus, but it was safe!

You walked me down the aisle when I got married 31 years ago and danced with me at the reception.  It was a bittersweet moment and probably the only time I have ever danced with you!

Remember all the houses you looked at with us when we bought our first home?  I don't think you knew what you were getting into when you suggested we buy a fixer-upper, especially when Jerry (my husband) wasn't very handy.  He sure had a lot to learn, didn't he? 

But you were there for that first renovation, and the second and the third...up until what was hopefully the last one just 5 years ago. 

You have bailed us out financially so many times that I have lost count.  And you never asked for repayment.

You have been a wonderful father, husband and grandfather, and such a wonderful role model as a gentleman. 

Dad, I love you very much and am so grateful for what you have done for me and my family, and for what you continue to do. 

Thank you, Dad!

Top Ten Tips in Remodeling

A few years ago, during the real estate boom, we added a second floor to our home and then remodeled the first floor (which was in dire need).  After living with the results of the remodel for a couple of years, I will share what I have learned about our decisions while remodeling.

1.  Make sure you have a linen closet in your bathrooms, or at the very least, outside the bathroom.  We have none.

2.  Do not have a rolled edge on your counter. Every bit of liquid will go over the edge and end up in your drawers.

3.  Be sure to put a recessed light over your bathtub or shower. We have one in the master but not the other bath, and I regret it. With the light, it's like taking a shower in a hotel.  Love it!

4.  Do not use laminate flooring if you have animals.  They tell you it is water resistant, but a couple of puddles and the edges lift up.

5.  Put pull-out drawers in your bottom cabinets in the kitchen, otherwise you will spend a lot of time on your knees searching the back of the cabinet for items.

6.  Use corian for counters.  We have a granite island and corian counters around the sink.  I hardly ever do any chopping or put anything liquid on the granite.  I spoil it and treat it like a baby. The corian is so easy to keep clean and even though it is a light color, stains come right off with a little scrubbing.

7.  Try not to have light painted cabinets.  They look pretty and cottage-y, but boy, do they have a lot of splatters and drips.  They are hard to keep clean.  Wood-toned cabinets hide a lot more.

8.  Be careful where you put your light switches.  We thought we put ours in great places, but some of ours are really inconvenient.  For example, put the closet switch right near the handle side of the door, not the other side.  Same thing in the bathroom.  We have to go around the door to get to the switch.

9.  Make sure you have plenty of lighting in your walk-in closet.  We have one recessed light in ours, and I can't see anything in the bottom racks of the closet as the top racks shadow them.

10.  Be sure to have a nice range hood over your stove, rather than a microwave hood.  We originally had a hood, but now have the micro hood.  I really miss the hood as it removed so much more of the cooking odors and smoke, plus the bottom of the micro hood is too low and gets really greasy.

11.  (OK, it's supposed to be ten, but I can't forget this:  Be sure to have a clause in your contract that penalizes the contractor dollars per day for going past the time when the project was supposed to be finished.  It will light a fire under them, trust me!)

I hope these ten tips will help you in any remodeling you might be in the middle of or considering.

If you can add to my tips, please comment below.  Just think how many mistakes can be prevented if you share your experiences!

I Am So Blessed

Someone I love, after reading my blog for some time, mentioned to me that I needed to post something uplifting.  After all, she said, my blog is called "Mom So Blessed".  So I am honoring her wisdom with this post.

I AM blessed..

More than I probably even know.

God gave me two wonderful parents to love me and guide me into the woman I am today.  And they are still guiding me, thanks to God for their continued good health.

I also am blessed with the love and friendship of my four younger sisters and their children.  We enjoy each others' company so much that we do everything together, from shopping to going to church.

God has also blessed me with my wonderful, handsome husband of almost 31 years.  We are best friends and enjoy a warm, loving relationship that grows even better every year.  I still look forward to our "date night" on Fridays.  He has also been a wonderful provider for our family which enabled me to stay at home and homeschool our children.  And as a father, well, let's just say his children adore him!

Which brings me to where I feel the most blessed in my life. 

My five wonderful, healthy, happy children who range in age from 13 to 29 and of whom I am so proud!

No job has been harder than being mom to these children, but what love and grace has been my reward for that hard work.  And what amazing children, all so different, but strong in heart and love for each other. 

And I am so blessed to feel the love of God in my life.  So many times I have felt His hand in my life and seen so many prayers answered. My relationship with God is what holds me up through the glorious times as well as the heartbreaking ones.  He is the first thing I think of when my eyes open and the last thing before they close at night.

I pray that God knows how blessed I do feel in my life here on earth and that he will continue to guide me in my "right path" and that "goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life."

Facing My Fears

I am an avoider.

I admit that I try to avoid all unpleasant things in life if I possibly can.

The things I avoid can range from insignificant to very important.  And I feel remorseful when I look back over the things I have avoided.

I avoid doctors and dentists.

I avoid people in pain.

I avoid wakes and funerals.

I avoid visiting people who are ill and not expected to live.

I avoid cantoring in church.

I avoid volunteering for things.

I avoid sad news stories.

Isn't that embarassing?  And why do I avoid all these things? 

I've been meditating on it and realize it is due to fear. 

I am afraid.  Afraid of pain:  physical, mental and spiritual.  I run away from things that force me to endure these things.  Yet by running, I am making them bigger and scarier.  They will not go away!

And I am missing out on the life God intended for me by avoiding the uncomfortable things that happen in this life.  No one here on earth will have a life free of pain, anguish or fear.  It will come at some point.

I need to pray to ask God to help me embrace all of life, the sad and the joyful, to face my fears;  and to put others' needs before mine--to be a servant.  Perhaps in that way I will overcome my fears and have courage in Him.

   I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

Laziness?

I have decided why things in my life don't turn out as well as I expect.

I'm lazy.

I don't know how, but I am.  I never really ever sit down for most of the day, but somehow I'm still lazy. 

I've decided that I want results without the work.  For example, I dream of being super fit and looking amazing at 51.  Yet I have trouble squeezing in 15 or 20 minutes of exercise a few days a week.

And when it comes to food, I intend to eat healthier every day, but I give in to temptation quicker than the blink of an eye.  Or I make menu plans with lovely, carefully prepared meals, but end up just making my "go to" meal.

I want to have an organized home, but the task just seems overwhelming.  I start and get some areas neat, but others just become worse.

I look at other peoples' yards and gardens and wish mine looked as neat and well-manicured.

I want to learn to play more than chopsticks on the piano, but give up after a few tries.

I want to have successful shops on Etsy and to write my blog, but I am having trouble doing what needs to be done to accomplish those things.

All this has led me to believe that at the root of it all, I am lazy.  I want all these things that I just mentioned, but I am not willing to put the work in to achieve them.  It just seems easier to continue on the way I have been, and just envy others (a sin) for what they have.  I know that those achievers had to work hard to have the results I can see.  And I have the desire to do what it takes, but something happens from my mind to my hands.  I just can't seem to have the staying power.  Or in other words, discipline.  That's what makes me feel lazy.

So I have decided, that in order to achieve something that requires hard work, discipline and dedication that I will pare my dreams down a bit.  In the next day or so, I will be praying for guidance in what God would have me put my energies into and then go full throttle into working towards that.

I will be sure to share with you where I believe God is leading me in the next few days.

A Quilting Sheep: An encouraging word...

This is so beautiful that I wanted to share it with all of you!

  A Quilting Sheep: An encouraging word...: Run to your Father's arms and nestle in His bosom! ( James Smith , "Comfort for Christians!") "Be still--and know that I am God!" Psalm...

Tribute to Mom

I love my Mom.  She is my best friend.  That is why I want to pay tribute to Mom today in honor of Mother's Day.


There has never been a day in my life when I have not spoken to my Mom, and most days I also see her.  We do everything together from grocery shopping, to thrift store shopping, to going to the doctors!  We just enjoy each others' company.


I wish every child could have the childhood I had, and Mom was the center of it all.  She made my childhood one of freedom from worry so that I could just be a child.  I (and my four sisters) spent every nice day outside, from morning til dark, just playing.  All we had to play with was a swingset, a couple of bikes, a picnic table, some old pans and clothes, and that was about it.  We amused ourselves for hours with just these few items.  Mom would peek out at us from time to time, or come out on the porch if there was any yelling or arguing.  Such pleasant, happy days!


Mom was also the one we ran to when we had a "boo boo".  She would comfort us, dry our tears and bandage us up.  A hug from Mom would make everything better.  And when we were sick with the chicken pox, she made it more like a vacation than an illness!


As I grew older, Mom and I had many heart to heart talks about everything under the sun.  She always answered all my questions, difficult as they may have been.  She helped me look at all sides of an issue before making a decision, and loved me even when she thought I was making the wrong one.


I thought that as I grew older, I wouldn't need Mom as much.  Boy, was I wrong.  I seek her wisdom just as much and feel closer to her all the time.


Even now, when my Mom looks at my face, she knows that something is bothering me.  I'll cry and tell her about it, and even if it is silly, she will make me feel so much better.  I always feel calmer in Mom's presence.


So, for this Mother's Day, I just want Mom to know how much I cherish the time I spend with her, how much I appreciate the life she has given me, and how much I love her.


Mom, Happy Mother's Day, and I love you more than words can say!

Homemaking Linkup

Be sure to check out the homemaking linkup http://raisinghomemakers.com/2010/new-homemaking-link-up-share-your-own/

Seeking Simplicity

I wanted to share with you an amazing book I have been reading lately called "Abundant Simplicity" by Jan Johnson.  It has certainly been eye-opening to me, and perhaps you might find the same.


It is as Jan says about "discovering the unhurried rhythms of grace".  Isn't that what we all crave deep down in our souls even as we run around "multitasking"?  


Since I have started reading this book, I can actually feel a little serenity seeping into my life.  Not that my life is any less chaotic than before, but I am beginning to look at it in a whole new light.


I am trying to discern what is necessary in my life.  And that includes things, thoughts and things I choose to do with each minute of the day.


One of the things I have added is studying my Magnificat devotional in bed, right before I close my eyes.  But in order to do this, I have given up watching the news at 11 while in bed which I was addicted to.  


But I feel so much more relaxed when I close my eyes at night, with God's word the last thing I think about before sleep.  


And then, when I open my eyes in the morning, I once again grab my Magnificat and my glasses and read the morning prayers as well as the Mass for the day.  What better way to prepare myself to tackle the day?  And the peace and quiet of that early morning prayer seems to let me hear God's voice a little more clearly.


Some of the things I have chosen to lose are the stack of magazines and newspapers sitting by my chair.  I've decided that when it feels like a chore to make myself read them, it is time to dump them or recycle them.  


And then there are my clothes.  From now on, when I put something on in the morning and it doesn't feel great on or look great, off it goes into the donation bag.  No more messing around with uncomfortable clothes or ones that just aren't me.  My closet looks much better for it and so do I!


Then there are the things I sign up for.  You know how it is.  Bible study, choir, a class, cantoring.  I've decided that I am going to spend as much time as possible with my family, rather than with others.  My children are growing up so quickly, and my parents getting older, which is causing me to value my time with them all the more.  With God's help, I'll have time later in life to devote myself to helping others besides my family or getting involved with things without the fear of taking away from family time.


I'm now trying to discern what I want to concentrate on here at home.  I am currently selling on Ebay as well as Etsy and trying to keep up with my blog.  Therefore, many of my hobbies have fallen to the wayside like sewing, quilting and reading.  This is the hard part for me right now.  I'm praying that God will direct me in the path he has chosen for me, and that I can hear Him loud and clear.  My goal is to use most of my energy left over from being a mom to do what God would have me do, so I am listening very closely, and trying to clear my mind of the chaos of life.


I will try to continue to keep you updated in my quest, and I really recommend that you pick up the book I mentioned at the beginning (Abundant Simplicity by Jan Johnson) to begin your journey like I have.  Best wishes and prayers to you all!

Slacker Mom...Continued

The other day, I posted on being a Slacker Mom, Slacker Teacher, but never really touched on the slacker mom aspect.  I feel the need to do this now.


I had been thinking about my Mom, especially with Mother's Day coming up and what a wonderful Mom she was, and still is.  She was an incredible example of what a mom should be and I certainly wouldn't be who I am today without her influence.


And so, when I compare myself to Mom, I feel like a slacker mom.  She was so good at training us, in a good way, to be organized, clean and kind.  Somehow, in raising my five children, I failed to do that.


For example, when we were little, as soon as we got up, we went into the bathroom to wash our face and brush our teeth.  Period.  Some of my children haven't washed their face in days, and some I have to mention their "dragon breath" before they brush!


Every Saturday was bed changing day years ago (and still is for my bed).  But at my house, I'm lucky to see my children's sheets once a month!  As for making beds, (which I do mine every day), I wonder if my children are feeling well if theirs are made.


We were also required when I was little to keep our rooms decently clean, including dusting.  My children's rooms have paths to their beds through all their stuff.  I have to avert my eyes during evening prayer so that I don't have anger in my heart during a prayerful time.  And I don't think my children know what dusting is!


Bedtime with Mom was set in stone, except for exceedingly rare occasions, like a good episode of "Wonderful World of Disney" on Sunday nights.  Usually it was 7 to 7:30 p.m.  At our house, bedtime can range from anywhere between 9:30 and when I go to bed (usually 10:30). 


Mom was a quiet, loving authoritarian.  We respected her wishes and wanted to please her, so we always (mostly) did what we were told.  Somehow that gene did not pass on to me, the slacker mom.  I could never be a CEO or a boss for that matter.  I somehow missed out on Mom's amazing ability to teach and to lead and instead wander through life with no clear household rules.  Being a follower is not a good attribute for mothers.  Moms need to be leaders, and instill basic habits in their children, all with a loving heart.  


I love my children dearly, but I feel I have done them a disservice in not teaching them and expecting some very basic things from them.  I tend to overlook a lot, as I like to keep the peace and don't like confrontation.  Perhaps I should study in my mind more closely how my Mom led our family with love and patience and maybe glean a few tips.  Perhaps it's not too late!

I Hate Teeth...The Extraction

It is done.  The tooth is gone as of 2:00 p.m. yesterday.


I almost didn't go. I could barely eat lunch due to my nervousness. It took all my strength to get in my van and drive to the appointment.  But I did.


And once there, I went right in and my dentist numbed my mouth.  A few moments later, he began working the tooth out.  Or as he stated, the three pieces of my tooth.  


It made a lovely noise as he was working.  Kind of like nails on a chalkboard, which was actually the tools against my tooth.  And then, he had to push down on my jaw as he was working.  It felt like my jaw was coming apart at the joint.


My heart was pounding so rapidly, it was skipping beats and I could feel my whole body shaking.  A small tear or two slipped out the corners of my eyes and I prayed without ceasing that it would be over soon.  And then it was over.


The dentist patted me on the shoulder and said it should feel better now that I had rid myself of that broken tooth.  


I felt a little shell-shocked, and couldn't really respond due to the wad of gauze I had clenched between my teeth.  But I managed to walk out to the desk where they informed me that I had a co-pay I needed to take care of.  Couldn't they have had me pay BEFORE I went in?  Somehow I wrote the check and headed out to the van.


It was then that I regretted turning down offers from my family to drive me to the appointment.  It seemed like a hundred miles to my Mom's house where I had left the children.


By the time I got home, I just wanted to cuddle up in my chair and try to relax.  I couldn't really eat anything; but I managed to down a whole can of cream of chicken soup.  It was not very satisfying though and my tummy was growling all the way until bedtime.  


So here I am, blogging away, after a decent night's sleep, trying to get back on schedule and not keep thinking about yesterday.


I do know that in the future, I will try to avoid at all costs having a tooth pulled.  And lest you think I have a low pain tolerance, please know that I have had five children and two were without pain relief!


Thank you for your prayers regarding my tooth.  And please feel free to share any dental moments you might like to add to my comments.  I would love to hear from you!

Slacker Mom, Slacker Teacher

This morning I read a wonderful blog post http://dailydwelling.com/the-best-discipline .  It really opened my eyes to see that I am a slacker mom and slacker teacher. 

I am totally disorganized.  I also think I have Attention Deficit.  These are not great things to be when it comes to being a mom and teacher.  

At the end of every day, I struggle with the fact that really, in all those hours, I have accomplished very little, especially when it comes to our homeschool.  And I have to face the fact that I am the one who is causing this, not the students.

My teenage son is a "reluctant learner".  He's very intelligent, but just doesn't get much work done.  I have to really stay on him for him to stay "on task".  And do I do that?  No.  I'm floating around doing umpteen other things besides teaching school:  laundry, dishes, sending out packages from my Etsy business, checking the computer, etc.  Meanwhile, he's wasting time doing everything but his work.  We are like parallel teacher and student, never meeting at all.  And that is just sad.

My girls pretty much get their work done on their own, with very little input from me.  They are able to stay on task while my son and I drift aimlessly from one thing to another.

I cannot expect something from my son that I myself am not able to do. 

It is me that needs to change before I can help him to change.

I am taking this issue to prayer, because I feel so weak in this area, so without self-discipline.  And I need to acquire it quickly, as I have so few years left to help my son to learn.

I plan to work with him, too, by admitting that I, too, have a problem focusing, setting goals and accomplishing them, especially when it is something I don't like to do.

I need to set a good example to my children, not only in learning self-discipline, but how I go about it.  They need to see my struggles and how I try to overcome them.  And maybe together we can become the homeschool I know we can and should be.