Category Archives: Parenting

Let Me Explain. No, There is too Much. Let Me Sum Up.

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Cleaning out the school shelf after fourth grade.

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Changing my eating habits. I got nothing but FAT following the “Nourishing Traditions” book. I changed to a whole-food plant based diet almost four months ago and lost 24 pounds! It feels awesome.

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Pintail turned eleven!!

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Teal spent a week at Girls’ Camp. I got to go up as a leader for two days. So fun!

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Wigeon enjoying the neighborhood pool.

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Summer Solstice fire jumping.

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Lagoon with cousin Max.

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I planted climbing roses on the porch and they actually bloomed!

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Baseball! That’s how we spent the first half of summer. Pintail is the fourth from the left.

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Wigeon and daddy kayaking at the lake.

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Teal doing the SUP board.

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A presentation on the Civil War by a neighbor/enthusiast for our Young Men/Young Women activity.

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Playing with cousins in Granny and Grampy’s creek.

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Cousin races on the Fourth of July.

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Doing the zipline with family at Sundance Mountain Resort.

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Hiking to Stewart Falls at Sundance.

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A sink full of yummy home-grown greens.

And the change I have been least wanting to put into writing; Teal will be attending public school this fall for eighth grade. My plan all along had been to homeschool the “grades” (Waldorf 1-8) and then see what Teal wanted to do for the high-school years; homeschool, dual enrollment (part home/part public school) at the High School, early college classes? I thought it would be a good transition in eighth-grade to let her take one or two electives at the Jr. High and then come home for academic subjects, but as she looked over the Jr. High class list her eyes welled up with tears and she said she just wanted to go to Jr. High full-time. I could have said no. I kind of wish I had said no. But, I felt a distinct impression to let this be an opportunity to help her learn how to make decisions in a faith-based way. We talked about making a decision and approaching Heavenly Father through prayer to receive either a confirmation of the decision or an impression to do something else. I won’t lie, I knew she would choose to go to Jr. High, but I helped her through the process. The next evening she was very shy about telling her dad and me her decision because she didn’t want me to cry. I didn’t cry then, but that night when I laid down with Wigeon the tears started flowing. Wigeon said, “There are tears leaking from your eyes.” I said it was because I was sad Teal was going to school, and Wigeon said she was sad, too.

It has taken me all summer to adjust to this change. And though I have only been supportive of Teal’s decision, I do feel a loss. There just wasn’t any closure for me. I won’t get to do eighth grade. I have to cram reading Kovacs’ The Age of Revolutions over the summer, so when she takes US History with a stranger this fall, she will know what led to the formation of this lovely country. I was helped one day while reading the Christopherus Homeschool Curriculum Overview for eighth grade. Donna Simmons titled the Section “Eight Grade – Taking Responsibility.” She goes right on to say, “If you haven’t already begun to treat your child as a partner in terms of his education, then now is the time…It is important that your child be able to take responsibility for his choices and that he be increasingly aware of how his decisions affect and shape his life.” I’m sure she probably didn’t mean public school in eighth grade, though it’s mentioned for ninth, but it was something that made me feel better.

I can’t help but wonder if I had never had her in public school (K-middle of grade 2) would she have wanted to go back? Does everyone’s teen want to go public school and they just say no? Should I have fought harder for just one more year? I’m sure it’s different for every family, and I recognize that part of the sadness I’m experiencing is that I feel like I’m losing some of MY identity.

So, there you have it; the summation. You can thank me for leaving out the back and forth between my husband and me regarding the whole thing. ;)

Thanks for coming back to visit me here after my five month hiatus. Now that I’ve gotten this out. I hope to be back more frequently.

Rachel

 

 

Our Lives

IMG_6129When I got home from the gym yesterday morning it was still dark. (Yes, I said gym. No, it’s not a resolution.) I shut the door to the bedroom where Wigeon was snuggled in bed with Mr. Mallard, and started puttering about my day. After fifteen minutes or so, the door to the bedroom popped open and Wigeon came out to greet me. She was still tired and wanted mommy, but I needed a shower. I put her back in bed with my husband, which she protested, but I promised to give her “holdy-hugs” after I showered. Once clean, I got fully dressed and slipped back into bed beside her. She said something cheery, put her hands around my neck and fell back asleep.

I stayed in bed next to her for an hour thinking. Well, dozing and thinking. It’s rare for me to climb back into bed in the morning. More than rare. There is always something that needs to be done and if I’m up I want to get going, but lying in bed next to my almost four-year-old was wonderful. It was precisely what I wanted to be doing with my time. And to make things even better, it gave me a chance to talk to my husband over the sleeping form of our littlest.

I have been thinking about time. (Again.) Recently, I read Ben Hewitt’s blog. The whole thing. It’s been thought provoking and it’s made me think about money a bit. I have some differing views than he does, but one thing I do like that Ben writes frequently is that time is not money; it’s life. I like thinking about time that way, not that I make money during my days as a stay-at-home mom, but there is something powerful in acknowledging that how we spend our time is how we spend our lives. But here’s something new for me: I listened to a podcast of an interview with a life-coach who said she recommends that clients identify a feeling that they would like to have in their lives (contentment, peace, grattitude, etc.,) identify an activity that gives them that feeling and do it at least once a week. I think that’s why I felt so good about climbing back into bed with my not-so-little baby yesterday. Not only was it how I wanted to spend my time that morning, it gave me some of the feelings I want in my life: contentment and love.

I’m hoping to ask myself this more often: Does the way you spend your time align itself with the feelings you’d like to experience?