Although I don’t quite know why, our family’s menu is one of the things I am asked about with fair regularity. For quite some time, I posted them here. They were well-received, and people were always telling me that they had fallen in love with a new recipe (not one of my own, one I had shared!) or that it had helped them with their own brain-drain on the topic of keeping their family fed. Then I just got out of the habit and, well … that was that.
I see you there, Momma.
I see you sitting in your van outside the Super Walmart, with the WeeSing Bible cd playing just loud enough to keep your 6- and 4-year olds happily singing, but not so loud as to wake up the 2-year old who somehow fell asleep in the four minutes it took to drive over from the library, or the 3-month old who has been raring to go since 4:15 this morning. I see you scrolling through Facebook on your phone, looking at all the photos of your friends who have real jobs, all your cousins who are on vacation in Hawaii, your sister who just remodeled her entire family room in white, white, and white.
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Missions. God’s call on every Christian. We can’t just ignore it. It is the last thing Jesus said during his stay on earth.
“Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”” Matthew 28:19-20 NASB
That doesn’t give us a lot of room to not do it.
Someday, it will seem right.
Someday, you will stand up from my table, stretch your legs, thank me for supper, maybe offer to throw a few plates in the dishwasher. And then you will head home.
We’re not a screen-free family.The truth is, many days I wish we were. But I begrudgingly admit that it’s just not feasible– not for us, anyways. Between trying to stay in touch with my husband while he’s in various locations across the globe, to his teaching homeschooled kids from around the nation, to paring my daughter’s 75 pounds of medical textbooks down to a single, backpack-friendly volume, to utilizing all of the amazing “you are here!” options available all over the web… we do screens. That’s life in 2016.
It happens pretty much daily here. Walking by, I’ll catch a fragment of a conversation that brings my shoulders up around my ears. Because I am the Momma, I will immediately whirl and ask, “What’s up? What’s going on here?” And nine times out of ten, I will be told a sob story that centers on how he took my this, and she won’t let me do that, and it’s my turn to do it and he won’t let me!
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Right now, your child happily tows the
party family line and parrots every nasty little WikiLeak tidbit you’ve parsed around the dinner table, proving, once and for all of course, that Hillary Clinton should be in prison. Period.
Or maybe you’re überproud of your #NeverTrump kid, who has learned at your knee that who you are when no one is looking is the measure of your true character, and would rather eat bees than vote for a guy who thinks that it’s o.k. to talk about women like that, ever.
Quite possibly you’re breathing a sigh of relief that your offspring are following you in taking the moral high road and are espousing the intrinsic value of standing up and being counted among the Third/Fourth/Fifth/Twelfth Party options now coming in to the limelight.
Thank goodness they’ll always share our political views, right? I mean, isn’t that what homeschooling is all about?
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Our state requires that homeschool parents report the ranks of their student body. There are nuances within the regulations (such as registering with a school district, or electing to enroll in an umbrella school), but the effect is the same:
Your school-age kids? We want to know who they are.
One of the best parts of growing older, I’m finding, is no longer buying in when society begins wringing its hands and screaming that the sky is falling.
You know what I’m talking about. Presidential candidates. Weather patterns. International relations. The most recent epidemic.