Ladies, are you wishing your husbands would get a little more active? Does their only exercise come in the form of pushing remote control buttons and perhaps opening a can of something to drink? Are you noticing a little extra weight around the corners?
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This is the fifth installment in a year-long blog party designed to help Sonlight celebrate 25 years of serving homeschoolers. In January, I introduced our family. February’s post was all about how we first started on our journey as a home educating family. In March I shared some words of wisdom garnered from our years of homeschooling I shared a day in the life of our homeschool in April, and in May I focused on convention season. Today, we tackle summer!
All things being equal (which clearly they’re not), Rachel Dolezal is wrong. But before you throw stones/pat me on the back for sharing/not sharing your politics, know this: I’m not talking about her actions in regards to her role as an activist or educator. I’m talking about her take on race and motherhood.
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My dad is coming Thursday. My dad! Let that soak in a minute. It’s good stuff.
While I’m giddy like a kid at the upcoming visit, this isn’t just a social call. He’s hauling some choice memories in the form of stuff from my Mamaw and Papaw’s house over the mountains to me. Yes– seven months after my grandmother passed, the family is finally winding down The Purge to End All Purges.
I think you are amazing. There are no doubts in my mind that you are the best dad I could ever DREAM of having. Ever since I was too little to really understand much, I have loved you and looked up to you. Some of my fondest memories of being little are of you driving me to preschool and belting out “Jet” at the top of my lungs, or heading to Lowe’s while “Tupelo” played in the background. And as I have grown, I can only love you more. You have been so much to me, from spiritual leader, counselor, father, adviser, and on and on. You have filled all these roles and more.
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As you might have guessed, I am a very big fan of getting as much bang for my buck as possible. As you can also probably guess, I’m looking for quality. Affordability means I can fit our needs within a tight, one-income budget. And things made with materials that will last mean that I can reasonably expect to get decent usage with multiple children. Score!
“Where is it, Dad? What did you do with it?”
June of 1996, and I felt like a grown-up. Well, I mostly felt like a grown-up. Part of the time, I was still plenty happy to sit at my Papaw’s knee (I had outgrown his lap years before) and hear him call me “Baby.” (Ok– truth is, I’d still do that today.)
A week after landing back in the US, we were touring rental homes; a list hastily thrown together based on price, move-in timeline, and general location. A week after that, we moved in to the one that had most closely matched what we saw as fitting our family’s needs.
God was in it. It’s been a great house. We have four large bedrooms, a space in which to homeschool, a kitchen that works well for multiple cooks. I actually really like the house. I never would have pictured myself as living in this style of home, but there’s no denying the fact that for us, the layout, the size … it works.
It’s been more than a month since the ground began shaking in Nepal. I say “began” because, to date, more than a hundred aftershocks have continued to plague the nation: toppling fragile buildings, stirring rumors of bigger quakes to come, setting nerves on edge.
Though it was difficult in the days and weeks immediately following the quake, our family felt it was important to wait before deciding exactly what our role in the crisis would be. We prayed, asking God to speak clearly as to what He would have us do from this vantage point. When He finally spoke, it was clear that so many pieces of a puzzle had been pre-cut, allowing us to aid out of the experiences He has given us both here in the States and in Nepal. And while we mourn the fact that we are not on the ground to assist our brothers and sisters full-time, we also realize that perhaps part of God’s vision for moving us out of Nepal when He did was that we would be uniquely poised to help, like Esther, “for a time such as this” (Esther 4:14). Those years my husband spent in emergency management and communications? His training and experience in natural disaster preparedness as well as in coordinating efforts post-event? Mix in his knowledge of Nepali culture, geography, and resources, and he has all the makings of being an asset to rebuilding efforts in a country he loves.