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Lynette .......... Caedmon .......... Libby .......... Tom

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Stormy Weather

I was awakened at 5 something AM this morning by a ringing phone. It was our city's severe weather warning system with a message about a severe thunderstorm and sure enough, the rain was pouring outside and lightening and thunder just confirmed the status of our weather. Fortunately, storms don't phase my two little 'uns so they continued their beauty sleep through the storm and few minutes beyond.
By this afternoon, the storm was all but forgotten, until I looked into the backyard...
That's our Little Tikes Mountain Climber submerged in the pool!
I guess it was windy.
Ya think?!

Caedmon's Favorite Toy

We have a new favorite around our house. For Caedmon's birthday, my friend Mali sent him a 15 piece set of Wedgits. I can say with certainty that Caedmon has played with them every day since he has received them. And to add to that, every person in our household (including Libby) also enjoys playing with them. When my dad saw them, he couldn't get over how amazing they are.

We even liked them so much that we ordered the 100 piece set and a table to build on! So...if you haven't seen Wedgits yet, I highly recommend trying them out. Here are some photos of Caedmon's Wedgit creations. We do sometimes have to help him, but he built this all by himself!

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Homeschool!?

Post college, I spent 4 months studying at Focus on the Family in Colorado Springs. It was an experience that has impacted my life in numerous ways, some of which are still being discovered. One of the many positive experiences I had there was meeting some wonderful homeschooling parents with well-adjusted, smart, social kids. Prior to that experience most of the homeschooled children I had met were not well socialized...or maybe just not very outgoing kids. Anyway, even as a teacher in public and Christian schools, I have always admired homeschoolers. I have not, however, always desired to be a homeschooler. I have trouble reconciling how one manages to balance being a mom and a teacher. How one manages to educate their child and keep a clean house and feed the family well balanced meals and most of all, stay sane!

However, 3+ years ago, while I was pregnant with our baby boy, Tom and I read "Bringing Up Boys" by James Dobson, and Tom was especially convicted that homeschooling should be one of our top schooling options. I have been praying about it ever since. Tom has become more and more enthusiastic about the prospect to the point that it is really his only choice for educating our children. I am still praying...

I can find myself getting really excited about all of the things that we could do in a homeschool environment and then, quickly becoming overwhelmed by all of those very same things. Truly, our main reason for pursuing this is so that we can give our children an education that is rooted in a Christian worldview and have the maximum time to build our relationship with them and their relationship with God. Of course, the other benefit is being able to tie their learning into our love of travel and whisk them around the world to experience the things they are learning. Other benefits include designing my teaching to match their learning styles and speeds.

Then there are the drawbacks for me - trying to be organized with my time and daily schedule so we can balance homeschool and social activities and life responsibilities, lack of free time for me. I sometimes dream of having the time to be able to volunteer at a Crisis Pregnancy Center or lead a Bible study or just meet a friend for coffee in the middle of the day without children not to mention joining an exercise class or some other educational venture for just me without worrying about who will watch the kids. For now, I am reconciling this with the knowledge that the sacrifice for my children will be more than worthwhile in the end - delayed gratification. Also, there's the knowledge that if for some reason, this doesn't work for us, there are numerous great Christian school options in our area.

So...I am currently sifting through all of the homeschool information in an effort to begin a little homeschool preschool with Caedmon this year. He can't wait...otherwise, I would be very tempted to do just that - wait. However, on his way to zoo camp this morning, he was already asking what his next school experience would be. Almost every day, he asks me when we will do "home school." I have two more days (a total of 7 hours while he is at zoo camp and I am on my own) to make a plan and prep my materials so I can begin our adventure of homeschool next week. I am still not sure how I will find the right balance, get everything done and stay sane. I am still praying...and I have a feeling my knees will be continue to be well-worn as we journey through this experience!

Monday, July 27, 2009

Letting Go

When I was newly pregnant with Caedmon, I had an incidence of spotting. My OB, being extra cautious, told me to rest all day and come in that evening for a sonogram. My husband, being extra cautious, warned me that I should be prepared for the possibility of miscarriage. Of course, that thought had already crossed my mind oh, 5,000 times! I noticed the spotting early in the morning after Tom had gone to work so I spent a good part of the day lying on my back, drinking water and worrying about my developing baby. By the time Tom arrived home to warn me of possible implications, God had already spoken to me. You see, it was this incident that helped me begin to realize that this baby was not mine but the Lord's. As much as I love my children, God loves them more and I am simply His steward of their precious lives. Of course, Caedmon was fine. I was fine. And 8 or so months later, Caedmon arrived happy and healthy...and he continues to teach me that my life with him will be a continual process of letting go.

I remember my mom explaining the whole "mama letting go" thing to me when I went off to college. I called her a few days after she dropped me off for my freshman year of college and asked her why she didn't seem so upset to leave me there, knowing she wouldn't seem me again for a few months. She explained that she had lots of practice in letting go, beginning with my first time with a babysitter and continuing for preschool, sleepovers at Grandma's, etc. She said that her whole life with me had been a process of letting go and instead of being sad, she was happy that I had made it this far and that she had peace that I would be fine.

So although I have experienced letting go with the early pregnancy scare, leaving Caedmon at a friend's house or in church nursery, today we took it to a whole new level. This morning, I dropped Caedmon off at the zoo for his first day of zoo camp. 3 hours at the zoo with complete strangers! When we signed him up for this adventure (way back in April), I think Tom and I were mainly thinking of the exciting opportunity it would be. A whole week of exploring the zoo and learning about animals. What 3 year old wouldn't think that was fantastic! In fact, Caedmon has been anticipating this since we signed him up. His only other experience with "school" is Sunday mornings at church when he goes to "church school." He loves it and always has great things to tell us about what he's learned. For a long time he confused church school and zoo school and would tell us that he was going to "church at the zoo." Of course, if that were the case, maybe my nerves wouldn't have been so raw this morning!

Yesterday, both Tom and I were having doubts about the wisdom of this venture. I started thinking about the fact that he was going to be there EVERY day for 5 days. He has never spent so much time away from us. And the fact, that we don't even know what exactly they do there. The information I have basically tells us that they learn about "runners, climbers and jumpers" and they take field trips into the zoo. What exactly does that mean??? I have never met the teachers or the other children. What was I thinking? Alas, I realized that my best bet was to pray - to pray for Caedmon, for his teachers and the other students and for Tom & me as we continue learning to let go. Something about the whole experience had me quite teary when I dropped him off this morning (he didn't notice), but for him, after an extra kiss, he was off to enjoy his day at the zoo.

When he bounded out of his classroom with a huge smile, exclaiming "a zookeeper showed us a snake!", I was reminded that my boy is always in the best of hands - God's - and that even though I must learn to let go of my growing boy, God never will.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Conviction and Servanthood


Look at these two precious children. Who wouldn't want to spend all day, every day with them? Any mothers (or fathers, for that matter) can understand my sentiments when I say that some days I have the urge to run far away, if only to have a few hours...or maybe days to myself.

I am attending a great Bible study this summer. It has been such a welcome blessing. I spent my first 5 years in Dallas studying the Bible with an amazing group of women at our church there. This past year, I made the decision not to attend since the drive made for a long morning for my two children. I tried to find a study nearby but it just wasn't working with my newborn's schedule for morning naps. I don't think I realized how very much I missed it until I got plugged into this current study. It has been so refreshing to be in God's Word daily and also to be connected with a group of women who are in varying stages of life. I have even been awaking before my kids (and if you know my kids, you know that's pretty crazy) and spending the first moments of my day immersed in God's Word. Maybe I was feeling a little proud of this because in the past 24 hours I have been humbled!

The Bible study is a study of the life of David (Anointed, Transformed, Redeemed: A Study of David ) and the focus for this week is on how we have been anointed to do whatever task is placed before us. For me, at this time in my life, that would be mainly to raise my children. Thus, I finished my study yesterday morning, feeling empowered to be a great mom. Ha! Yesterday was one of those days where Caedmon was doubly full of questions and honestly, most of them were just plain dumb. Questions he knew the answer to but I think he just wanted to hear himself...and me talk. What's a bulldozer? a turtle? a policeman? When I tried to throw the question back at him, he refused to answer and would continue to pepper me with the same question until I answered or could somehow distract him. I was feeling like the loony bin was calling my name. And to top it off, he didn't take a nap! I sent him to his room for an hour of quiet time, but even throughout that hour, he tried to throw questions my way. "Hey mom, just one more question!" rang from his room every few minutes. I was thankful that Tom's parents would arrive to help before bedtime and also, anticipating that Caedmon would sleep long and hard after such a busy day. I think I breathed an audible sigh of relief when I got him tucked into bed last night.

A smart mama would have gone off to bed early, too. However, Tom was working so I decided to stay up a little late and watch a chick flick. Alas, it was not in my plan to hear the panicked call of a 3 year old at 1:30 am! Caedmon needed help pottying. I guess I should have been glad that it didn't involve changing bedsheets, right? All he needed was some moral support and a hug and a kiss. Unfortunately, the calls continued at least 3 more times over the course of the next 2 hours - potty, tissue, etc. By the 4th and final call, I literally asked God what in the world He is trying to teach me. I was somewhat comforted by the fact that perhaps Caedmon would sleep in a bit since it was now 3:30 am. However, at 5:45, 25 minutes before his "allowed" wake-up time, he was yelling once again. Now, not only was the night miserable, today seemed to be doomed as well.

Once I got everyone up and fed, I took a glance at my Google reader and saw this blog entry at It's Almost Naptime. Conviction! What is God trying to teach me? Servanthood. I am entrusted with the stewardship of my two children. They are blessings! Being a servant isn't supposed to be easy. When given a choice of jobs, most people would easily pick the ones that involve being served over serving, right? Thanks to Missy at It's Almost Naptime for allowing God to use her to remind me of my calling.

Today, I choose rely on God's strength to serve my children with joy.


God's servant must not be argumentative, but a gentle listener and a teacher who keeps cool, working firmly but patiently with those who refuse to obey. You never know how or when God might sober them up with a change of heart and a turning to the truth, enabling them to escape the Devil's trap, where they are caught and held captive, forced to run his errands.
2 Timothy 2:24-26 (the Message)
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