Milling around the home school bookstore with no clear goal in mind (which is generally a BIG mistake), my eyes were diverted this way and that by all the shiny, new text books and hands-on learning tools. Titles, promising the perfect solution to every dilemma home schooled students can muster, sucked me into the fantasy that my house could run like a well-oiled machine if only I would invest in the recipe divulged between the book covers.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
Heavy with my fourth child, I remember the phone call that alerted me to turn on the television. With my college roommate on the other end of the long distance line, I sat on my bedroom floor staring clueless and confused at the screen. My three little ones (at 5, 4 and 2 years old) were carrying on around my perimeter with business as usual, completely unaffected by the troubles of the world.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
School is back in session which means my social media feeds are wallpapered with snapshots of grinning, backpack-toting children posed next to miniature backboards that note their new grades. The school year starts out for most with grand expectations for growth and achievements. Perhaps, this is the year your son will master phonics, memorize those multiplication tables or excel in chemistry. Maybe over the next nine months, your daughter will learn her alphabet, make the team or tackle calculus.
But what happens if your child’s days don’t progress as planned? What happens if the bullies aren’t converted, your convictions are undermined or your child’s learning style can’t be nurtured? What if the tears don’t stop falling beyond the first week, the stress leads to stomachaches or grades don’t improve even though you know your child is capable of more?
Read the rest HERE at Raleigh Moms Blog
Sunday, August 30, 2015
I was five or six months along in my first pregnancy when a co-worker, Patti, divulged her past to me. Standing there near her desk in the small insurance agency, we were talking about babies and the joy of parenthood when she shared her story of loss.
For all appearances, Patti was the proud mother of an only son. Pictures of him decorated her desk and stories of his latest basketball achievements were regular topics of conversation around the water cooler. But on this day, she told me about her other child, the one missing from all those snapshots. Little Richard was not really an only child, he’d had a sister born into the world, but due to complications her time on earth had been short lived.
Listening to the details, I felt shocked and overwhelmed and then a bit put-off. Why, I wondered, would my co-worker saddle me with her sad history?
READ the rest of the story HERE at Raleigh Moms Blog
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
When our friends' son entered seminary right out of high school, I considered that they had some recipe for raising such a faithful young man. And when their daughter gave serious consideration to joining a religious order, I was convinced that our friends had stellar parenting skills and a formula for holiness. Those friends had a secret, I was sure, and I wanted to know what it was.
Whenever I had the opportunity, I watched them. Intently, I studied their pious mannerisms when we joined them for adoration and I kept a mental account of everything they did when we ran into them at social gatherings.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Recently, I implemented a reward system in our household. I've been down this road before (many times in fact) with my older boys, but it seemed a ideal time to re-institute a temporary system of clearly defined rewards for obedience and self-control as well as an equally unambiguous list of punishments for bad conduct. Honestly, I didn't add anything new to the roster of expectations, rather this was simply an attempt to reorder that which had become chaotic around these parts. A rude comment here, an insult there, a push, a retaliatory shove, some name calling and lots of chores left undone, our home was becoming a battleground of wits, wills and whining.
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
When we left in the wee hours of the morning for the 2014 March for Life in Washington, DC, the world looked dark and gloomy. Heading down the highway, we could see only as far ahead as the reach of the van's headlights. The snow dusting the ground was a bitter reminder of the previous year's March for Life which had been a miserable and harrowing experience.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
If you've been following along with this novena, I apologize for the delays. The residents (my family) here in Brelinskyville have all been battling some illnesses which have required my attention.
St. Paul in your heavenly glory you are completely free. Chains can never bind you. Pray, however, for our freedom. First of all pray that we be delivered from the slavery of sin and vice. Next we ask you to intercede for so that we might obtain the freedom that comes from faith, hope, charity, courage, prudence, temperance and a knowledge of justice. Finally, give us a prayer life that embraces the entire world and goes beyond our own immediate needs. Unite our prayers with yours, as together, we plead for an enslaved and struggling humanity.
Monday, August 10, 2015
Some days I get weary listening to the political spin from both sides of the aisle. Every year since Roe vs. Wade was passed, hundreds of thousands of Americans have marched on Washington in the harsh January weather, seemingly to no avail. It would appear that a bad situation has become worse in spite of our efforts to break the chains of injustice for the weakest members of our society: the unborn.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
When my now 18 year old son was little, he owned a book of Bible stories. It was a favorite of his for a while and one day we forgot the book while volunteering at the local food pantry. I was concerned about getting the book back and told him that I would call the director first thing on Monday morning in order to ask if it had been found. My little son looked up at me and said, "Don't worry, Mom, maybe it will be like a mustard seed and teach somebody else about Jesus." Such a seemingly inconsequential thing (forgetting that book) could, as my wise child pointed out, change the course of a person's whole life.
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Health care has been the hot topic for quite some time now, but unfortunately the discussion is dominated by half-truths and bold-faced lies. As I talked about in a previous post, women are often coerced into making decisions based on erroneous information. The case is the same when it comes to the picture painted for Planned Parenthood.
Based on propaganda, one would come to the conclusion that without the abortion giant women would be dying left and right from preventable diseases. However, the facts don't support that assertion and neither does common sense.
Friday, August 7, 2015
From a statistical standpoint, the average American in 2015 has a link to abortion. Whether you are a post-abortive woman or your mother, sister or girlfriend has had an abortion, chances are you have been touched by this holocaust of the unborn.
Thursday, August 6, 2015
This photograph was taken during the March for Life in Washington, D.C. a few years ago. When I chose it to accompany this second day of the St. Paul novena I considered that some people looking at the photo might care more about the animals that were used to make that fur coat than the baby pictured on the sign.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
My heart has been heavy under the weight of the constant barrage of pro-life versus anti-life news. For the first time, it seemed as though the Truth was finally breaking through the seal of silence with the release of a series of uncover videos focused on the selling of baby's limbs and organs by Planned Parenthood. With the curtain pulled back, I had great hope that decades worth of prayers were finally starting to be answered with the defunding of Planned Parenthood.
As though it wasn't enough that this organization profits from the destruction of the unborn, we finally saw its behind-the-scenes negotiations for the parts of the children they dismember.