Leaving space for grace in life, marriage, and motherhood.
Thank you so much for reading Peacekeeper’s Lane. I decided to continue my writing journey at http://www.dearlylovedchild.com. Read more about our family’s homeschool journey and the things that we are learning.
I will post once a week–hope to see you there!
Love,
Kat
Thank you for joining me on this journey. I am working on launching a new site. I will post the link once it has launched in the next week. Peace and blessings!
I’ve been working on something, cooking something up. There is a bun in my proverbial oven.
I’m not actually pregnant.
Rather, I am working on the launch of something that’s been on my heart for quite some time.
So, look out for that in the coming days.
Since we decided to homeschool our kids, a new world has opened up to us. I have researched ideas, curriculum, and groups. I have reached out to other homeschooling families for support and fellowship, and I have prayed for mentoring and guidance. Every time I’ve asked God for direction, a friend, or a mentor–He has delivered.
How do we teach our kids to be grateful, especially when they have so many material things–even more than we may have had ourselves as kids?
I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s about more than teaching them social etiquette–to say “please” and “thank you.” It’s about more than teaching them to share with others. It’s about more than teaching them to give some of their allowance to charity. It’s about more than lecturing them about starving people in another part of the world, in a vain attempt to manipulate them into eating their vegetables.
What made you decide to homeschool?
I get that question all the time. The answer is so weird and unsexy that I usually avoid giving a straight answer.
So, here’s the short version.
I’m not outdoorsy, by any stretch of the imagination. I don’t like insects, spiders, or anything that won’t fly away when I swat at it. I don’t like worms, snakes, and other creepy, crawly, slimy things. I actively avoid the heat of day and anything that causes me to sweat. To my husband’s chagrin, my idea of camping definitely includes four solid walls, a roof, electricity, and running water. In his eyes, glamping doesn’t count.
You’re not hardcore unless you live hardcore.
Parenting four kids is enough to keep two people constantly busy. My husband works in another state, and heavy traffic contributes to an already-grueling commute. On top of that, he works long hours and travels occasionally. Suffice to say, he is rarely at home, which means that my four kids are with me (and only me) 99% of the time. How do we make it work? Glad you asked.
I don’t know how you do it!
Kudos to you!
How do you do it all?
I hear this stuff all the time from friends and random strangers alike. I usually just smile and say something like I just do or something silly like that. Want to know my secret?
Yesterday, I celebrated thirty five years of life on the earth. One day afterward, I am still celebrating. If I’m going to be completely honest, I will most likely party through the whole weekend–maybe even until Thanksgiving. Cake for breakfast, anyone?
I kid. Or do I??
35.
I am finally old enough to run for president of the United States. Not that I will, but I could if I wanted to.
Want to know how I celebrated thirty five?
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