the diets fail.

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I was in the third grade when I realized I was fat. Since then, I've bounced up and down like a yo-yo. But I've discovered one thing about wearing my struggles for the world to see...

This post originally appeared on my old blog in 2012.  Let’s remind each other to keep our eyes on the prize. Jesus. Not a smaller pants size. 

I was in the third grade. It was right after Christmas vacation and I had to wear the dress one more time. Purple velvet, with a silk sash. I loved it. So maybe it was getting a little snug but I didn’t care. One more time. The sash kept untying and I’d ask my teacher to fix it for me, over and over again.

Finally she said “maybe if you hadn’t eaten so many cookies at Christmas, your dress would still fit and the sash would stay tied.”

In front of the whole class. Loudly.
It was then that I first realized I was fat.

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Our Homeschool Plans 2017-2018

It’s that time of year! Our homeschool plan is finalized and submitted to our local school district. Right now, my tentative plan is to start school by August 23. I think. We may start math earlier than that. In our homeschool this year, we have Lael (11th grade), Alyssa (9th grade), Lauren (5th grade), and Addie (2nd grade).

 

Here’s the plan – 

 

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Proverbs 31 and Side Hustles

She considers a field and buys it;
    out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
She sets about her work vigorously;
    her arms are strong for her tasks.
She sees that her trading is profitable,
    and her lamp does not go out at night.

Proverbs 31:16-18

Well, sort of. My lamp definitely goes out at night. But these verses bring me peace and vision for one of the things that keep me busy. And who knew I’d love it so much.

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A Brief Note on Seasons

Maybe I’m the only one that does this, I don’t know maybe you do it too…

I can be completely enjoying a summer day – warm breezes through the windows, sounds of happy girls playing in the sprinkler, growing things sprouting a perfect vibrant green in my garden, the taste of fresh veggies or smoky barbecue – perfection, right? But then something will strike me, a stray orange leaf or a puff of dandelion that looks like snow – and I momentarily wish for another season.

Autumn – it’s brisk days, the freshness of new books and schedules making everything seem exciting. Winter – the hustle of gift-buying, cookie baking, and party planning. Spring – the first long walk, following my girls zooming away on their bikes and that first smell of blooming lilacs. Even in the brief and beautiful summers found in Northern New York, sometimes I wish it away as I remember the other seasons we enjoy. It’s so like motherhood, isn’t it?

All too often, I find myself thinking back to when my girls were those ages. It was so much easier then. Moms with children that are that age – they have it so easy. They don’t have to deal with ______. Life was so much less complicated then. But if we really remember clearly, moms, no ages are easy because each age and season comes with it’s own unique challenges and struggles. Yes, no doubt about it, having two daughters of babysitting age in my house is amazing. It makes a lot of things easy. But it’s also a season with two teenage daughters and a tween coming up hot on their heels. Discipline and teaching isn’t as cut and dry as it once was. Relationships are challenging, as girls stretch their wings and bump into a sister who is also stretching.

My words have been pretty lacking around here, I know, and this isn’t adding much. But as I consider how our season is shifting once again – our oldest turns 16 in a few short days! – I thought about how easy it is to just constantly look back and wish. Or maybe you look forward and wish. Just look at the faces around you, and wish to bring love and life and the Gospel into this moment, into those lives. This moment, this age, this day is only lived once. Treasure it, mommas. There is a season for everything.