Friday, May 25, 2007
Liberation
One thing that surprised me, however was the learning of a totally new culture every time I left campus -- Long Island, NY. It was a difficult time of learning for me. But at the end of our four years there, I found the culture amusing and endearing.
One of the ways that I grew and actually got some healing was in the way that women take care of themselves. Even for a quick run to the market to get milk, every woman was totally put together. Pedicures and manicures are not a luxury but a standard way of life! Even after my four years in Boston, I was totally baffled and unprepared. I grew up in Maine! Land of the baggy flannel shirt and sweatshirts - to dress up! Comfort first, and the 'natural' look.
By the time we moved from Long Island, not only had I tried the pedicure and manicure, but I love them. They are still a treat for me, but not an OUTRAGEOUS treat. I had spent enough time putting on makeup (to buy milk) to realized that not only did it look nice, but it made me feel nice, and was a way to love on Marc.
Upon moving back to Maine, I thought I would enjoy returning to my 'natural ways', but I have maybe gone to the grocery store 3times without makeup in the four years we've been here.
But today, I achieved all out liberation. Because we are having our party tonight, the kids and I spent the morning cleaning the patio. I REALLY needed to go grocery shopping. I looked at my hot, dirty, not showered since Wednesday self (who btw was not wearing a bra) and decided to join the masses of Maine women and go shopping as my 'natural self'.
AHHH. Liberation.
(Now I need to go shower and paint my toe-nails.)
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Why I homeschool
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A Day in the Life of Caleb
Moving Again
My Daughter
We've all had a kind of rainy day. After Anna's nap (which Sofia not so gently woke her up), she came out to me in the kitchen.
"Mommy, we need chocolate. Chocolate will make us feel better."
My Son
Today, for school, Caleb read 1 Timothy 2... one of the famous chapters about women being quiet and not teaching men. As he read it, he looked up at me, sighed, sort of rolled his eyes, and kept reading.
After reading Bible, we read a chapter from "And the Word came in Power" by Joanne Shetler. We happened to read Chapter 12 which tells of one of the Balangoa men reading 1 Timothy 2 with Joanne Shetler, and suddenly taking ownership of the village teaching (something she had been praying for).
Caleb looked up. We connected the two ... the Bible reading, and the account in the book. Then he got very mad. "Mom, that is JUST NOT FAIR." End of conversation. Back to reading.
What I do is REAL
On Saturday, Marc and I culminated months of concern and frustration and discussion with the purchase of a new computer for me. When I brought it up, I sort of thought it was in passing, and sort of felt more serious about it than I had felt before. When Marc received my suggestion with not only open-ness but also enthusiasm, I found myself in a strange conundrum.
I wanted to receive the gift, but also wanted to talk him out of it. Surely there are a million ways to spend money that a computer requires that are more important than what I use a co mputer for.
And then I realized that that was exactly what Marc was saying. That what I do is important enough to make the investment in a reliable and up-to-date computer. That my day to day work is important and real, and worthy of the best tools. I'm still trying to get my head around it. But now everytime I put my new computer on my lap, I have a firm reminder that my work is Real.
Thank you, Marc.
Gardening
Here are the kids in each of their gardens. Anna wants vegetables (we planted peas and peppers today). Caleb wants sunflowers. Sofia helped me with my morning glory seeds. All are very happy to have a great excuse to get dirty with Mommy. (And don't tell anyone, but I'm actually beginning to enjoy this gardening thing.)



