I swore I would never treat my children the way my siblings and I were treated when we were growing up. I swore my kids would never have a reason to question whether they are loved.
I've learned what is needed to fuel my body for my goals. And just how much of certain foods I need to eat in order for my body to run without issues.
Having four children, three of them under six, hasn't magically morphed me into Mary Poppins either. If anything, motherhood seems to have pushed me even further into territory more fitting of Batman than a loving Christian mother.
When I was still a perfect parent--living under my parents' roof, wearing clothes they bought for me, talking on the phone (a landline!) they paid for; I swore I would never treat my children the way my parents treated me. I wouldn't keep my children from doing what they wanted, make them do chores, or tell them no. I would be different. I'd understand them, and treat them with "respect".
It has been a long time since I have written anything more than a shopping list. It has been even longer since I returned to this blog. It wasn't that I didn't want to write, because part of me did. It was more that I seemed incapable of stringing words together that would make sense. …
For the last two years we have been involved in a Classical Conversations Community, and while it was a great fit for a while, I realize with the changes happening in our family, it is no longer going to be feasible for us.
People Always Look for Roots
Either we want to set down roots, find our roots, or cover our roots with dye.
Roots, like people, come in many shapes, sizes, and styles. Some are small, delicate, and easily damaged; others are larger, stronger, and withstand the passage of time and the inevitable battles that come along with life.
I am human.
A small, delicate root that would break off if I wasn't attached to another, more substantial one.
His strength, unfailing love, and grace, build me up when I would otherwise break.