All of these years we have had the same, shall we say, interesting situations occur in and around our home, and other places we frequent. I have been thinking that these oddities are a side effect of our homeschooling adventure. In the past few months I am beginning to question this hypothesis. I now think I should blame the parents in this particular household. Not to point any fingers, but I am leaning to the male parental unit as the instigator in many cases.
For your reading pleasure, here are the top oddities that are NOT the result of homeschooling, but of parenting. You may feel free to infer which are my husband and which are myself. I am hoping at least one is very easy to decipher. Sadly, it is not #9.
14. When looking for my son we look on the ceiling.
13. We have all gone in public in costume. Not at Halloween.
12. We all have a written list of our superpowers.
11. At the first snowfall the children built a ziggurat instead of a snowman. They used empty containers ranging in size between a trash can and a bowl, which has never returned.
10. At a Christmas party my eldest daughter organized the children into a circle for circle time. Then had a game for them to play. She did not have a craft prepared, but she later said she thought of one after time to open presents but no one was interested.
9. My toddler sings his name. And whatever he happens to be doing. For instance: "David. Farting. DAV-ID. is FART-ING. DAVIDISFARTING!!!!!" Repeatedly.
8. When told we were going to have a healthy snack my children all said: "Alright! Ice Cream!!!"
7. When in public my children line up and follow me like little ducks. With quacking included.
6. There was a fake mustache stuck to the steering wheel of my van for weeks. It relocated to the dashboard, then disappeared.
5. We have at least 6 rubber chickens in a variety of sizes. They have names. And only one is a performing chicken.
4. The mustache was later found frozen to the driveway.
3. Science is everywhere, from the grass growing in the bathroom sink to the mushrooms growing in the basement. However, I can not grow a houseplant on purpose to save my life.
2. My family frequently bursts into song and dance. Even in public.
1. For Christmas my daughter asked for a dragon and a Barbie. She got both, and an attack bat, which is her favorite.
***Some say ODD, but I like to say FUN!!***
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Leaving a Legacy
Perhaps it has been all the reading I have been doing lately, some on art history, some for fun. I have been thinking about leaving a legacy. Obviously, if you are named in a book on history, or have a chapter all to your self, there is a legacy that is well marked that you have left behind. Perhaps you developed a cure for a serious illness. Or carried the Gospel to a foreign land. Or maybe changed the way the world thinks about something through your discovery or led thousands to Christ. There may be millions of people whose lives you changed for eternity or whose lives now take on a better quality from your work.
More likely than not, you are none of those things. You are an ordinary person with ordinary dreams and and ordinary life. I know I am. I used to think that I could change the world, but had to come to grips with the reality that I will never discover a cure for cancer, preach to a filled stadium, or sing on stage. I will never be a professional athlete, the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, the President of the Untied States, or the dictator of a foreign country. I will never climb Mount Everest, swim the English Channel, or fly a plane. I will never be able to time travel, unlock the mysteries of space, or compose a great symphony. I am ok with all of that, well, perhaps I still will fantasize about the whole dictator thing, but I am happy where I am. I never really liked sports anyway, and am not very good at math. So, where does that leave me? I will never be mentioned in a history book. I am not a household name. I have no great riches, no superpowers, no earthshaking developments in science.
So often we hear inspirational stories, stories of people who are famous, who left a great impact on society or those around them. I would like to share a story of my own someday, but it is still being written. You see, my legacy has not been determined by anything I have done, but by something done for me. I cannot boast great power, prestige, or fame, but I belong to One who can. My legacy, what I hope to leave my children and the people around me has no monetary value, it is a legacy of faith. The time spend in ministering to others in the name of Christ, not my own. The bedtime prayers, morning devotions, and memory verses. The silliness at Bible Club, wiping noses in the nursery, talking to youth. My legacy will not lie in the lives of millions, but in the hearts of my children. I can think of no greater legacy.
And perhaps someday, one of them will do something greater than I. Or perhaps they will touch the lives of those around them on a small scale. And ripple by ripple the effect of one heart set afire for God will change the world.
More likely than not, you are none of those things. You are an ordinary person with ordinary dreams and and ordinary life. I know I am. I used to think that I could change the world, but had to come to grips with the reality that I will never discover a cure for cancer, preach to a filled stadium, or sing on stage. I will never be a professional athlete, the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, the President of the Untied States, or the dictator of a foreign country. I will never climb Mount Everest, swim the English Channel, or fly a plane. I will never be able to time travel, unlock the mysteries of space, or compose a great symphony. I am ok with all of that, well, perhaps I still will fantasize about the whole dictator thing, but I am happy where I am. I never really liked sports anyway, and am not very good at math. So, where does that leave me? I will never be mentioned in a history book. I am not a household name. I have no great riches, no superpowers, no earthshaking developments in science.
So often we hear inspirational stories, stories of people who are famous, who left a great impact on society or those around them. I would like to share a story of my own someday, but it is still being written. You see, my legacy has not been determined by anything I have done, but by something done for me. I cannot boast great power, prestige, or fame, but I belong to One who can. My legacy, what I hope to leave my children and the people around me has no monetary value, it is a legacy of faith. The time spend in ministering to others in the name of Christ, not my own. The bedtime prayers, morning devotions, and memory verses. The silliness at Bible Club, wiping noses in the nursery, talking to youth. My legacy will not lie in the lives of millions, but in the hearts of my children. I can think of no greater legacy.
And perhaps someday, one of them will do something greater than I. Or perhaps they will touch the lives of those around them on a small scale. And ripple by ripple the effect of one heart set afire for God will change the world.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
CurrClick, Here I Come!
Finally it is official! I am a publisher on Currclick.com, with a whopping one title to my name- Firefly Publishing. And I even sold one- to my mother. LOL
This has been something I have thought about for a while and never have felt prepared enough, good enough, ready enough, brave enough to do. Thanks to a hard push from Andy and a few good friends, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to see what they thought of me at Currclick to begin. In all honesty, I was amazed that I was welcomed aboard. I am not sure why, because if I thought it was good enough for my own children, someone else had to think the same.
And now, as I try to do school for myself and with the kids, I will try to continue to write more. I have lots of ideas, stuff already partially written, scraps of paper, and co-ops I had planned on turning into lapbooks or unit studies. Somewhere. I am excited thinking about all the possibilities.
Next up- a unit study on the Fruit of the Spirit. Which I have as a VBS, but it needs some work to switch over to a unit study. And needs retyped because it is on a floppy disc. Which might mean I am old. My first work is on one of those huge floppy discs. And there are some that were only on a word processor in the pre-computer time. Which does mean I am old. Or at least I lag behind technology a bit. Yeah, let’s go with that one!!
This has been something I have thought about for a while and never have felt prepared enough, good enough, ready enough, brave enough to do. Thanks to a hard push from Andy and a few good friends, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to see what they thought of me at Currclick to begin. In all honesty, I was amazed that I was welcomed aboard. I am not sure why, because if I thought it was good enough for my own children, someone else had to think the same.
And now, as I try to do school for myself and with the kids, I will try to continue to write more. I have lots of ideas, stuff already partially written, scraps of paper, and co-ops I had planned on turning into lapbooks or unit studies. Somewhere. I am excited thinking about all the possibilities.
Next up- a unit study on the Fruit of the Spirit. Which I have as a VBS, but it needs some work to switch over to a unit study. And needs retyped because it is on a floppy disc. Which might mean I am old. My first work is on one of those huge floppy discs. And there are some that were only on a word processor in the pre-computer time. Which does mean I am old. Or at least I lag behind technology a bit. Yeah, let’s go with that one!!
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