Every day is complicated, messy, and full of friction. And every day has glorious or cozy moments worth celebrating. I seldom bother to chronicle the friction and the mess because writing time is fleeting and precious—and childhood even more so. I’d rather capture the small joys that I might forget—or take for granted—if I don’t take time to set them down in words.
(Excerpt from
this post about Real Life, quoted here because I don't want anyone to be under the impression that things are always perfect around here! Heaven knows we are anything but. Perfect, frictionless, orderly? Nope. Happy? Most of the time!)
- regan: my 14yo used to lock himself in the bathroom and paint indian “war paint” all over his face using...
- Activities Coordinator: My sister had that hair. My husband had that hair. Why, oh why didn’t my children get...
- Kathryn: Oh my! Rilla is a miniature Beanie!
- angela: A couple years ago, I spotted someone signing at a Living Stones retreat (back when K and I were newbies in...
- Alice Gunther: Oh so very, very cute! And all those golden curls are a joy to behold!
Be like the bird
Who, pausing in flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath her,
Yet sings,
Knowing she has wings.
—Victor Hugo
Six Things to Include in Your Child's Day:
meaningful work
imaginative play
good books
beauty (art, music, nature)
ideas to ponder and discuss
prayer
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Amazing, isn’t it? I was number one blog at a CNN page about the guy who got 52 years in prison. HUH? I hadn’t mentioned anything to do with the article so who knows. At least you actually talked about Elvis as a topic!!
Ah, I love your blog. YOu know, I never knew about strewing….
Posted on March 12th, 2008 at 12:14 pmOK, I actually had to click the link….
My dad would be so proud that I’m still homeschooling
It was amazing that, even though he was majoring in adult ed and really had some tough cirticisms about homescholing, he actually supported me and my family and our decision to homeschool. “Smartest kids I know,” he used to say. And he was always so proud.
Ah. Lissa, you’ve made me cry
i miss my daddy 
Posted on March 22nd, 2008 at 10:22 pm