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I loved seeing a comment from Kathryn…

quotebegin.gifI miss you guys…I’m tryin’ to act smart for your sake! Love you.”

(See the post about Homeschooling below)   How I miss our precious girl!  We always have mixed emotions when she’s gone… wanting her to stay and wanting her to enjoy special experiences.  We’re torn over wanting to keep her home and letting her go, too.  So, she’s out of town visiting a friend in Oregon who leaves in a couple of days to return to the mission field in Yemen.  Many months and a whole world away, Kathryn will be especially sad to see her friend go away again.

I’m glad she checked in on my blog… a sweet, sweet surprise.

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the progression of pots…

blueheartmughalf.jpgI’m smiling at how things change in life… and how, in a mind-boggling way, they really don’t change all that much at all.  As I reached for a pot for making farina this morning, I smiled as I recalled how I delighted in putting the whole set of my new pots and pans in the draw beneath the stove.  That was a long time ago.  I delighted in that matching set, all neatly nestled in that drawer.  But I didn’t get a pot from that drawer this morning.  None of our pots fit in that drawer anymore.   I got out the pot that I used to use to make large ~wink~ pots of soup for our little family.  Those were the days I would buy Cream of Wheat in boxes at the grocery store and the boxes would last a week or two ― then later in “bulk” from Manna Mills when it was still called Natural Foods Warehouse in Mountlake Terrace.  (I think the original name drew too many negative conclusions).  The “granola types” shopped there and a myriad of other hippie, Birkenstock-wearing shoppers.   I was teetering on the line of being one of them.  My own Birkenstocks were the first dead giveaway.  Well, then, the site sort of ran the gamut of being too “new-age” for me and I found another source (Azure Standard) for bulk foods.  We rarely, but occasionally, stop in at Manna Mills for specific things.  Especially when I miss “Azure day.”

Yesterday Wes came home with stuff from Manna Mills… as, regrettably, I’d missed the Azure ordering deadline this month.  I could tell by the squeals of delight that there were not a few children delighted by the consequence of my lapse in memory.  They don’t like the farina from Azure…it’s coarse. Really coarse.  They like the soft white farina from Manna Mills… the kind we *always* used to eat.  (Until we didn’t like hot cereal every day???)

So this morning I got out a pot (not from the drawer) and made a large amount of farina.  Hooray! Hooray! was the sound of the breakfast crowd.  Had I known it would be this easy, I would have asked Wes to stop there earlier—years earlier— for it has been *years* since we bought the soft, creamy farina.  Everyone loved it… had seconds even.  The grandchildren loved it too.  (They had spent the night)  It was unanimous!  Never buy farina from Azure again.  Unless, of course, they start carrying the soft white…

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Another moon… another month gone by.

mugI’m smiling, thinking about our Timothy. Twelve hundred miles away, he’s seeing the same full moon tonight. And after four months away… tomorrow he’ll be home… for a few weeks. And then he’ll return to California for several weeks. It would seem that this would get easier. But it doesn’t.

I’m off to bake chocolate chip cookies. No nuts. And maybe we’ll set out some Nestle’s… and chips and salsa. Maybe horchatta, too. As with all homecoming’s… the rules of decorum sort of fly out the window and we’ll probably sit on the kitchen counter and just talk for a while. Sweet times.

Dates and gifts

cupWe went on a date on Saturday night ― out to dinner to a place I love. Well, I love going out on dates anywhere, so the place or location really doesn’t matter to me all that much. Actually, even dates at Home Depot or wherever, whenever and however the time happens, dates are sweet to me (and make me sweet to him, btw).

So we went on a date. Yes, it was wonderful date and adding to the delight, it was a double-date with dear friends. We went to a local restaurant that serves beautiful food beautifully and the atmosphere (aided by fond memories of previous dinners there) is always marvelous. It was the first day of my umpteenth diet, and so following dinner, I *shared* dessert. So today’s the first day of my umpteenth and one diets. We saw the sunset and had delightful conversation and laughed as shared common “parenting stories” and ways the LORD is dealing with us and in and through our families.

Later, sweet conversation lingered as we drove home in our sports car. Well, to us for that evening it was a sports car to others, it might’ve looked like a doctor’s waiting room on wheels — and with only two patients sitting in the waiting room, the 13 empty seats make the waiting room look much larger than when all the seats are occupied (with people, carseats and assorted paraphernalia). We chuckled that we can sit in that waiting room for $100. for 400 miles now. We laughed at how quiet it was ― and after stopping to turn off a reading light that must’ve been left on from the last family ride, we laughed at how far back those seats really are. The lengthy roll of paper that was on one side: a Costco receipt, was a reminder that we weren’t really alone… just on a date.

We reflected on the dinner table conversation earlier in the evening where we talked about dates, dating, all the definitions of “courtship” and children. Our friends were talking about the recreation of dating and its assorted other recreational activities and how kids are entertained to death with recreation. We had talked about how we’ve shared with our children over the years that regardless of how things look or seem presently, the boy or girl they might “date” is, in stark reality, someone’s husband or wife. Somewhere, sometime, someplace, that person will be someone’s spouse. And if our children have “dated” that person and it’s not their spouse, they will have defrauded that person. We told our children many times through the years that they come with, or are born with, many gifts—many “firsts” — and it’s these gifts or “firsts” that they will give to their spouse. If they’ve kept them all, then when they get to the alter on their wedding day, their groom or bride will receive all their gifts—all their “firsts.” Their first love, their first embrace, their first hopes, their first kiss, their first promises, their first attention, etc., etc. All those “firsts” will have been preciously preserved or they will have been thoughtlessly and foolishly squandered. How sad it would be to arrive at the alter with no gifts… or tarnished gifts.

We have shared with our children that we are ashamed that many of our gifts were squandered on others. That we didn’t arrive at the alter with all of our gifts… I’ve been quick to say that I am thankful I arrived at the alter with the big gift intact… but how much sweeter it would have been and would be today if all my kisses, all my promises, all my embraces, all my dreams had been reserved for the one man the LORD had chosen for me—the one man I was chosen to complete. How much more complete I could have been had my life been totally yielded to the LORD.

We’ve shared that dating is so sweet, so delightful. And I suppose this is a matter of semantics and some might think I’m beating a dead horse, but dating is so misunderstood. Courtship’s even becoming misunderstood and perhaps it’s becoming sort of glorified dating. But real dating is for married people—for only married people can enjoy or have a whole date with no regrets. Any other sort of “dating” is simply recreation… playing at marriage, playing at emotional divorce, playing house. And like I’ve shared many, many times: marriage is for keeps—playtime isn’t. We pray for all of our children (even married) to fully enjoy authentic love and authentic dates! With no regrets.
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Some Home Making’s

Some Home Making’s February 13, 2006

I had (late last night) decided that in the morning I’d like to share “Some Home Making’s” for today’s blog—and how faithful is the LORD—I had a direction late yesterday and He showed that He had a purpose for it today.

Our friend sent us an email this morning: “Type in your home address or a family members’ address. The web site will bring up a map of your neighborhood with small colored boxes on it. The small House icon represents your address; the colored boxes represent sex offenders in your area.   Click on the colored boxes and it will bring up the offender’s photograph and the locations, names and employers.  Click ALL AROUND, you will be amazed at the information you get!”   http://www.familywatchdog.us/ So, out of curiosity,  I did a check and was also amazed.  I also found that I just was reminded to be more careful about “strangers” and to talk to the children about “strangers” and the need to be cautious as we go about our business in town or at the park, etc.  I find that I need these simple reminders to talk to the children about the realities of life.

I think, as mothers of many children, we might sometimes tend to be lax or think we’ve covered the bases, so to speak, and sometimes forget “who knows what” as far as the different children in the family are concerned.  For example: the other day I was asking one of the younger children to do a particular task and they sort of glazed over and didn’t know what to do—and so I smiled and asked, have I not taught you that yet?  No.  No, I hadn’t.    Teaching, teaching, teaching.  It never stops—it mustn’t stop.  But we get weary in the well doing sometimes.  But again, we mustn’t let weariness lead to neglect or indifference or wavering—or worse: giving up.  That’s not an option—it may feel (some days) like an option—especially if we listen to bad counsel or the coarse talk of the day that is obnoxious and rude about the precious value of motherhood, parenting and children.

We need to stop and assess, from time to time, the understanding or knowledge of each of the children.  Not just a “what are their strengths and weaknesses” sort of assessment, but: do they know this or that basic skill.  Do they know particular numbers, protocol for different situations, how to find information they need, what would they do in this or that circumstance, etc., etc.  I always amazes me when I realize that one of the younger children missed a particular teaching and how they just went on without it or compensated for it in some other manner.  This could be anything from handwriting (how they come up with a particular formation of a letter that looks alright but is incorrectly performed) to sewing, cooking, math, cleaning, personal hygiene (bathing, flossing, tooth-brushing, wiping, etc.),  housekeeping or whatever.  Skills need to be learned, perfected and maintained.  But it requires attentive attention.  (sort of the way the LORD told the disciples:  “And he said unto them, With desire I have desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer.”  –Luke 22.15)

It’s attentive attention.  It’s hearing *and* listening.  With desire we must desire to parent and care for the children.

So, this has led to some “drilling” around here.  Perhaps not all at once and not in a scary or confrontational way, but it has meant asking questions (from time to time—for clarity and reinforcement)  of different age groups of children , from basic questions like: what is your full name, what is your address, what is your age, what is your phone number, what is your dad’s and mother’s name, what is your birthday, what do you do if a fire starts here or here, what do you do if the toilet overflows, what do you do if someone comes to you in the yard and mother is in the house, what do you do if a person we do  or do not know tells you to do something we have told you not to do,  what do you do if someone touches you inappropriately, what do you do if your are cut or injured or whatever, what do you do if someone tells you not to tell mother and dad about something—and you know it’s not a birthday surprise or something you need to discern as a “good” secret, etc., etc.   All of these things require discretion.

And then, to older children, we need to evaluate from time to time, their responses to some of those similar questions that would be occurring in their lives.   They need to know all those same answers throughout their childhood, but the scenarios will necessarily be different as they grow and mature and as their activities increase and their circle of freedom increases.  They’ll have more and more opportunities to be “out” for parental sight or supervision and will be in settings where they will have to have earned privileges and trust and will have opportunity to demonstrate maturity and trustworthiness.  For the older children, whether in home or public school, I think it’s vitally important to ask and receive answers to these and many more questions resulting from dialogue each day.  I guess we cannot just assume they know answers and right responses and we must be very careful to correct wrong assumptions and wrong responses.  This is easier said than done if the teens are older and communication has been compromised or limited.

Talking, talking, talking trough the years—and it’s never too early, I’m convinced, has astoundingly important implications and results.  Totally open communication really and truly appears to be key in any relationship—-most especially in marriage and parenting.  I’m also pretty sure it’s never too late.

So, what did all this have to do with the registered sex-offender link and information?   Everything.