My Kids Weren’t Grateful for Christmas


The theme of our Christmas break has been gratitude. Not because my kids are so perfect and appreciative… no, it’s because I can see greed and entitlement creeping into their little hearts. I want to remove that like the cancer that it is. It’s our own fault. We’ve given them everything they have ever wanted. We take them on special trips, camping, baseball games, amusement parks… all things we wanted to do as kids but didn’t. My husband comes from a family who didn’t have the means to do special things when he was young and I see him reliving his childhood through our boys. He’s an amazing dad. I am so blessed that he would rather be with myself and our kids than anywhere else in this world. That being said, special has become normal to our children.
I started to notice it right after Thanksgiving. Our oldest son started making Christmas list after Christmas list. It just kept getting longer. He would sit on the computer and look for things to get. He obsessed about it. Talking about nothing other than Disney infinity characters and toys. I pointed it out several times, gently at first. Just letting him know he was over doing it a bit. Then I got a tad nasty… “Have you asked me what I wanted for Christmas? Have you put any thought into what you’d like to give?” He always softened, “I’m sorry mom. I’m just so excited!” I get that. Being a kid on Christmas is a phrase we use anytime we’re over the moon excited about something. There’s a reason for that. Still, I want gratitude oozing from these little hearts.

We always over do Christmas. Every year we say we’re going to keep it simple. We never do. This year was no different. The boys got a ping pong table, new running shoes, jersies from their favorite players. Scooters, and countless other gifts. Top that off with my parents buying them a Wii U (which I totally agreed to) and you have a recipe for greed.

It all came to a head on Christmas night. I won’t go into specifics but something happened that made it crystal clear that our kids, at least one of them, wasn’t able to handle a big Christmas. I reacted. We both did… we told them that from now on they’d only get four presents for Christmas. Period. Their years of BIG Christmases were over. They cried. Our oldest felt guilt, our youngest was counting on Santa to right the wrong we were clearly imposing on them. He sat, calm and collected… and asked “This four present thing… we telling Santa about that?” He had to know… a resounding “YES!!” came back to him… “Good to know Dad, good to know”

After a few minutes of yelling and anger, we sent them to their rooms. Then we looked at each other. After a few seconds John says “You know we completely over reacted right?”

Yep. We canceled Christmas for the rest of their lives. We found ourselves laughing at our impulsive punishment. We acted out of emotion, not out of reason. We devised a plan and headed upstairs. We didn’t tell them that Christmas wasn’t cancelled. We want them to stew on that for a while. What we did do was implement Gratitude journals into our homeschool routine. For all of us, well, at least the ones who can read and write.


Every day we will all sit down and write something we are thankful for. It can be something someone gave us or something someone did to serve us. Then once a week, we’ll read our journals to each other and talk about how the tiny acts of kindness made us feel. The hope is that they’ll see that the appreciation other people feel for the things they do is better than getting something for themselves. We want to foster an attitude of giving, serving and gratitude in our children. It’s not there naturally, for most kids at least. We’re selfish beings, we really are. We need Jesus on a daily basis to keep us thankful. It’s easy for an adult to be greedy, how much easier is it for a child?

Here’s to hoping a few spiral notebooks and a Friday pizza night family meeting will help develop a love of serving in our kids. So far they are enjoying writing in their books. They’re thankful for gifts they received, I’m hoping they’ll start to notice and be grateful for acts of kindness, not just gifts here soon enough.

So, that was the lesson we learned this Christmas, first for John and I, now our kiddos. There is such a fine line of wanting to give your children the childhood you want them to have and breeding entitlement in their young, impressionable hearts. We want the memories of big smiling faces on Christmas morning. Of camping and baseball games, special trips to special places, but when does it become too much. When they stop appreciating the things we do. When they stop thinking of ways to serve others and start thinking of ways for them to be served themselves. I think we caught it early. I’m sure their tender hearts can be softened and molded back into the servant leaders we’re trying to raise. Thank God there’s a learning curve for all of us and that we have the perfect example of Jesus Christ to follow. We don’t get it right 100% of the time but Jesus does. His grace covers our mistakes. These children are His, not mine. One day they have to live in our world and either be givers or takers. I am praying and striving to make them givers.


Thanks for listening and have a blessed day!



We just do school at home


The homeschool journey can be a lonely one. I found that when I decided to change the way our family did school some of my friendships changed. I have had a few friends “break up” with me for lack of a better term. No, no one has told me we can’t be friends because I homeschool, but that’s when the friendships ended. The change was gradual, but in the course of one year I lost a couple very special friends. I don’t know if it’s because of our lifestyle difference, or maybe just lack of time. It hurts none the less. I’ve reached out to them asking how they are and I’m always met with the same response… “I’m great! We need to get together! I’ll call you soon!” They don’t call. They don’t invite us to play anymore. My kids see their pictures on Facebook, pictures of their old friends doing fun things together and of course they ask why we didn’t go. I always tell them we were busy. I don’t want them to know they were excluded, I’d rather be the bad guy than have them feel that sting of rejection. People just look at homeschool families differently. Most of my very close friends these days are fellow homeschoolers. They understand the lifestyle, the mindset… they get it.

Homeschoolers aren’t all like the Duggars. We aren’t all making as many babies as we physically can. Yes, children are a gift from God. Yes, I love my kids. But no, I don’t want anymore. Three is a good number for our family. I have friends who have 4, 5, even 6. That’s great for them. I’m happy seeing their big families and I know they are truly blessed. However, I am a mother of 3. Period. My family is complete.

We don’t all sit home and teach nothing but the Bible.  Yes, I’m Christian. I’m proud to be a Christian, but my kids learn Math, English, Spelling, Science, and History. They read classic, secular literature. No, our spelling lists aren’t books of the Bible and our History goes beyond Biblical times. People sometimes assume that homeschool families are hyper religious. We are Christians, we have a deep relationship with God but we are normal, every day people, we just like the peace and freedom that homeschool brings. There’s something special about being able to drop everything and take a family adventure without having to send in excuse notes or make up work.

We don’t look down on traditional school families. In fact, my homeschool looks very much like traditional school. We just have fewer students and one crazy toddler mascot. Everyone has to make the right decision for themselves. We want our kids to be friends with your kids. We want them to be social, we want them to have friends from all walks of life, just like they will encounter as adults. We aren’t sitting around hoping your public school kids don’t talk to our children. Our kids need to feel included. It’s one thing to understand the change in a friendship as an adult, our kids don’t understand the change in theirs.

Our kids aren’t starved for socialization. Mine specifically are probably over socialized. Between baseball, co-op, church, our running club, and their friends from the neighborhood, our kids are super social. Our calendar is as full if not fuller than every other family we know.

We aren’t in the business of recruiting new members. We aren’t judging you for sending your kids to school. We aren’t a weird family now…

We just do school at home. 

That’s it, there’s no big difference between your kids and mine. So if you have a friend who’s starting out on a homeschool journey, please don’t abandon her. Please support her decision. Don’t exclude her kids from playdates and fun trips. They still want to come, they still want to be a part of your life. You wouldn’t stop being her friend because of a job change right? So why is homeschooling any different. I am just the lowest paid full time teacher and mother you know.


How I learned to how to homeschool my ADD child


My oldest is son is my ADD boy. He’s perfect, beautiful, thoughtful, caring, sensitive, brilliant but he has the attention span of a gnat on amphetamines.  He’s that kid that if he has more than one pencil on his desk at a time, he’s going to use them as light sabers and create a little battle in his head… He struggles with focus every. single. day. He’s a bright kid, he’s made straight A’s his entire life… and no, not just because he’s homeschooled… He’s a quick learner and a deep thinker, however, long term focus is hard for him for almost anything. Math is our biggest struggle right now. He completely understands the concepts. He learns everything beautifully, but when it comes time to apply that knowledge things fall apart quickly. It’s a steps thing for him. If a math problem has more than 1 or 2 steps I lose him.

When we do the practice work together he gets everything right. I give him his independent work expecting it go as easily for him because I just watched him do 8 of the same kinds of problems with no issue, right? Wrong. The moment I walk away his focus leaves him. He may get through half a problem and then move on to another, or leave out a step entirely. As soon as I leave the room he’s calling me back in. He needs help, he doesn’t understand something, doesn’t remember where to write… when I’m not in the room with him it’s a constant battle between us to keep me there. It’s the darnedest thing. It was making the both of us crazy last year, our first year homeschooling, so this year I changed it up. I decided to start him on a DVD math program. BJU seemed to have a great program, an engaging teacher teaching him the lessons and having him do the work… then checking it with him on the video. It was almost completely hands-off for me. It looked so good on paper. I ordered it for way more money than I would have spent on the regular Math for 5th grade, and expected a great year.

Guess what… things that look great on paper don’t always work out in real life. We found that while the videos would have been great for our non ADD child, they weren’t working for Kaden. The teacher was fine, she kept his interest, however, there were random graphics that would float around the screen. That distracted him from what was being taught. He started to get frustrated because he was constantly having to rewind and play back portions of the video to catch what he had missed. He tried to follow along but it just wasn’t connecting with him. My sweet boy will try to work anything out so that he doesn’t disappoint me but I could see he was getting lost. I started sitting with him during his lessons to try and help him focus(If you’ve ever ordered a DVD course for your child you know this is defeating the purpose.) That just lead to both of us being frustrated.

After 2 months of frustration and tears (on both our parts) I broke down and ordered the teacher book and switched him back to parent led learning. The change was instant as far as the instruction time went. He was able to follow me and ask questions when he needed to, this helped him grasp the concepts so much better.

Still, there was the independent work that we needed to address. When your child can do a math problem perfectly start to finish with you just sitting beside them, but can’t do the same problem when you’re in the other room, it’s almost always a focus issue. He understands that he has ADD, he knows that there is a medication for it, and he began asking his to please get it for him. I’m not writing this to start a debate, what you chose to give to your children in regards to medication is a personal decision in an instance like this one. We choose not to medicate his ADD. We don’t feel comfortable with many of the side effects and we don’t feel that Kaden’s particular case is severe enough to require medical intervention. That being said, we have tried a few natural and dietary supplements to help him.

The first thing we tried was caffeine. Caffeine is a stimulant and it generally has the opposite effect on an ADD child. It mellows them out and allows them to focus. I noticed a little improvement but not what we were looking for.

Next we tried a fish oil supplement, the idea is that omega 3 oils help the brain to focus when taken regularly. This did help his focus, but the oil was so heavy that he completely lost his appetite. He literally wouldn’t eat. That isn’t healthy for a 10-year-old star baseball player 🙂 so back to the drawing board it was.

One day, while we were at Co-Op, one of the other moms mentioned using oils on her ADD child and having some excellent results. I did a bit of research and found that there had been a study conducted on ADD and Autistic children using vetiver oil. In this study 100% of the kids had improvement. Now, it didn’t say how much improvement they had, but the fact that they saw improvement in all of them was enough for me to try it. I placed an order that day and waited, quite impatiently, for the oil to arrive.

When it finally did, John was very skeptical. Truth be told, I was too but I was desperate. John wasn’t at that desperate “We have to do something to help this child” stage that I was at. When the oil came I mixed it coconut oil and got it ready to use the next morning. When Kaden got up I oiled him his feet and his back, it smelled a little manly and he wasn’t sure he liked it but he was willing to try. He wanted help as much as I did.

We started with math that morning like normal. Kaden did great on the instruction time, did all the problems correctly that we worked together. Everything was just like normal. Then came the time to give him his independent work… this would be the test. I gave him his assignment and walked away and waited to be beckoned back. Guess what…

He didn’t call me back in. He got through the entire assignment without calling me. When I came in to check on his work I was amazed. Not only did he have them all completed and correct, but even his handwriting was different. It was neater, more legible. I was shocked. I immediately called John, he was skeptical of course but he was glad we’d had a good day.

So fast forward to where we are now. We’ve been using the oil for a little more than a month and the change is remarkable. He asks for it, notices it right away if I get busy and forget to put it on him. His confidence has changed and it’s made him a happier student.

He’s still an ADD kid, he still gets distracted throughout the day. However, it gives him the power to reign his focus in during school and that’s worth it’s weight in gold.

Today he and I were talking. I was telling him how proud I am of him and how I wouldn’t change a single thing about his beautiful little self. He quickly piped up, “Except my ADD, right mom? You’d change that.” I grabbed his chin in my hands and looked him in his perfect blue eyes and I told him “absolutely not” and I meant it. I’ll tell you why, just like I told him.

Yes, ADD causes Kaden to struggle to focus on some things. Things that he may not be terribly interested in. However, ADD gives him hyper-focus in other things. Things that grab his attention, things he’s passionate about. Those things get his undivided attention. When he’s pitching in a baseball game he doesn’t hear the other kids heckling him. He doesn’t hear cheers or taunts. He just sees his brother (the catcher) holding his mitt, ready for a pitch. He tunes the rest out and he has a hyper focus in that moment. It makes him an excellent ball player. I reminded him of that today, and then I told him that one day, God would give him his calling. It would come as a passion in his little heart and that ADD that plagues our math lessons is going to be what makes him an amazing man of God. It’s going to be what keeps him going when others would be ready to give up. It’s going to give him the drive that he needs to complete the race before him. I’m proud that I get to mold that now. I’m so thankful we’ve found something that works for him with school time without the side effects of traditional medicine. I’m honored to get to be his mom.

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Godly Women Make The Best Friends


How many girlfriends do you have? I don’t mean people you see once a week at church or that you chat with at the park, I mean real girlfriends. The girls who are there when you need them, no questions asked. The ones who will pray with you in the middle of the night over a sick baby. The ones who will cry with you over something that doesn’t even make sense to them.  How much time do you invest in those relationships? I think friendship is one of the most difficult things to maintain through the motherhood years. We already have so much that we are responsible for between children and our husbands, housework, finances… the list goes on and on. It’s sometimes difficult to find time to nurture and grow great friendships. It’s so important to have godly girlfriends to walk through life with. Someone to build you up when you’re feeling discouraged, someone to speak truth into your life when you need to hear it. Maybe just someone to sit and drink coffee with to take a break from all the stressful moments. Good friends are so valuable. God gave us friendships, He spoke about them often.

Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 

Two are better than one,because they have a good return for their labor:10 If either of them falls down,one can help the other up.But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up. 11 Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.But how can one keep warm alone?12 Though one may be overpowered,two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

These verses are about relationships, not just about marriage. God is describing how we should love each other, how we should build each other up, help each other when we stumble, comfort each other when we are hurt. Friendships are important to our Godly walk.

There are two types of friends in this world. Well, really there are many, but I want to talk about two in particular. Godly friends and worldly friends. I’m quite sure we all have a few of each, right? Let’s talk about their roles in our journey.

Godly friends speak truth into our life. I love my Christian girlfriends. I know that when I have an urgent prayer request I can call them and they are prayer warriors. They will pray for me, every day and they don’t have to be reminded. They will call me or message me to check on the progress. They are invested in my life and in my walk with Christ.

Every single one of us struggles with sin. We all have our favorite, am I right? Your Christian friends *should* be the type of women to discourage sin in your life. They shouldn’t be afraid to tell you when you’re headed down the wrong path, but they should do it in love. A friend who judges you, looks down on you or condemns you without compassion is not a friend. She’s someone who is quite possibly taking pleasure in your struggles to make herself feel better about her own life. These people belong in your acquaintance file… they aren’t the girls you go to for spiritual advice or when you’re struggling. I’ve had several friends like this through the years, I always walked away feeling worse about myself than before. They weren’t capable of building me up when I need it. I still love them, but I know their limitations.

In my little circle of close friends there are a few women I can call at any time and know that I’ll get Godly wisdom and advice. I know that I’ll get confidentiality, they won’t gossip. They won’t judge me. They will speak truth to me, because they genuinely care about my soul. They care about my walk with God. They know and understand God’s calling on my life and they won’t deter me from it. They encourage me to get up, keep walking and they hold my hand when I need it.

I read a quote this week and loved it so much.

“True friends are like jewels, precious and rare. False ones are like autumn leaves, found everywhere. “

I thought that was a very accurate picture. You can surround yourself with dozens of girlfriends, but there only seem to be a small handful that you can consider to be trustworthy; wise. Truly godly friends will edify you and lift you up. They don’t judge your personal convictions. They support your walk with Christ. 

Worldy friends are the other friend zone I want to talk to you about today. The friends who you may have had forever who are, well, worldly. They may not know Christ, they may or may not attend church, but they don’t walk with God. They may be wonderful people, they may be great friends, but sometimes that’s just not enough. I had a small group of girlfriends that I hung out with regularly for several years when my kids were very small. We had play dates and mom dates together quite often. We talked on the phone all the time, supported each other when times were hard. I could count on them to be there… when the whole house had a stomach bug my friends would drop hand sanitizer and Gatorade at the door. We used to get together quite often to go to a favorite restaurant for dinner, a girls night out if you will…  We would eat dinner and have a few glasses of wine together, gossip about different people we knew, and talk about life. We did this together for years. The last time I went was right after John and I had started going to church. I had begun renewing my relationship with Christ and striving to be the woman He wanted me to be. I felt convicted about drinking alcohol and I had decided that I wasn’t going to have any wine at dinner. We got to the restaurant and everyone placed their order, I asked for a diet coke. My friends looked at me and asked why I wasn’t drinking. I was a little embarrassed so I told them that I was on a diet and couldn’t have alcohol. My lie was thinly veiled. They knew why I wasn’t drinking.  It had mentioned a few times over the weeks prior that I was turning into one of those “church ladies.” They weren’t bad people, the were among the best friends I have ever had, some of my favorite people in this world… but they didn’t have the same convictions that I did. They spent the rest of the night encouraging me to just have a glass, telling me Jesus drank wine. I personally don’t think it’s a sin to have a glass of wine. I do believe it’s a sin to get drunk. The Holy Spirit convicts me about drinking because I’m not the girl who will have one glass and He knows that. But whether or not it’s a sin isn’t the point. My friends weren’t supportive of my decision to abstain because they simply didn’t understand it. They didn’t respect my personal convictions because they didn’t feel the same. It’s hard to explain how we feel about things like this. Especially when we may not even fully understand it ourselves. I still love them dearly, but we aren’t close any more. I don’t call them for advice like I did in the past because I know that they are more likely to speak to my flesh than my soul. Sometimes it hurts. I do miss those girls. Our lives have just changed in such a way that we’ve grown apart.

The Bible tells us that we are to surround ourselves with wise (biblical) friends.

Proverbs 13:20

Walk with the wise and become wise, for a companion of fools suffers harm. 

The word wise in this verse isn’t referring to intelligence. God isn’t telling us to walk with the intelligent, He’s is telling us to walk with the GodlyIf we do not surround ourselves with wise counsel, we will suffer harm.

Take my girls night situation for example. My girlfriend encouraged me to be like everyone else, to conform to the world and enjoy the happy hour wine. She pressured me, made me feel like the odd man out for not drinking.  If I had been with any of my close, godly girls and considered ordering some wine they would discourage me. At the same time, I would never feel pressured to sin with them. If gossip starts in our group it’s nipped away quickly. Are  my girlfriends perfect? Of course not. They make mistakes just like everyone does. But I know they genuinely try to live a godly life. We pray for each other, we serve each other. We care not only about each others physical and emotional well-being, but our spiritual well-being as well. I know that when I’m struggling and I call them, I’ll get wise counsel. I’ll get compassion and not judgement. I’ll get truth. Our godly friends give us the truth that our friends who are conformed to this world don’t understand.

Romans 12:2

And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

I’m not telling you that I don’t have friends who aren’t Christians, and I’m certainly not telling you that you shouldn’t either. I’m just reminding you that we do need close, godly women who are following after the heart of God. We need those friends and we need to strive to be those friends. I’m a work in progress. I fail my heavenly Father daily but He has blessed me with some of the most wonderful women on Earth to call friends and I am so grateful for that. I am so thankful to have women of God who influence me and encourage me daily.

So you sweet girls who always speak truth into my life, always pray when I need it and always love me no matter what, thank you. <3 You know who you are.


Uh Oh! Mom’s Sick Too!

mom's sick

What a week!! Our family has spent the week passing around a nasty respiratory virus. Well, at least three out of the five of us have. It all started last Thursday morning, Liv woke up around 2 am asking for covers. She NEVER uses blankets, she’s my hot-natured little bug. She was shivering.  Uh Oh… fever. She didn’t feel too warm so I thought maybe it was a fluke, so we rolled back over and went to sleep. I got up a few hours later to go for a run, I warned John that she felt feverish in the night and to call me if he needed me. Like he can’t take care of a toddler with a fever? Lucky for me, he understands my particular brand of crazy.

When I got back home my little girl was sitting on her daddy’s lap, with a great big smile and bright red cheeks. Yep… thermometer time.

101… not a good way to start the morning. I gave her some Motrin and turned on Doc McStuffins. She seemed happy, no symptoms whatsoever, so we went ahead with our normal school day.

I was a bit worried about how long the fever would last because we were hosting a big Homeschool Halloween Party the following day, so I messaged all the other mom’s and let them know we’d need a plan B. We all hoped and prayed that Liv would wake up from her nap and be fever free…

No such luck. She woke up at 101 again. Plan B it was… Thank you to my sweet friends for changing the venue and taking my boys to the party so that they didn’t miss out! You girls know who you are and you rock!

By dinner time she had gotten up to 103, oddly enough though, she still had zero symptoms. She didn’t eat much dinner, but didn’t complain of any stomach pain so I felt pretty confident that she’d wake up better after a good night’s rest.

She didn’t. She ran 103 fever all night, and she slept on top of me. John slept in the spare room to avoid catching whatever she was sharing. He is a wise man.

The next morning, we were both cranky… neither of us having much sleep at all. As we sat on the couch together, her with her sippy cup and me with my coffee, she proceeded to throw up all over me. Yay motherhood. That’s when I called the pediatrician.

After one more vomiting episode a gnarly cough set in, literally in the doctor’s office. They tested her for flu and strep, both negative (she had her flu shot a month ago) He diagnosed her with croup 🙁 The nurse tried to give her a steroid in the office, she promptly threw it up. I think kids are like cats in that manner, they can vomit on command or when it suits them or to get out of a test…

Anyway, that was Friday, the day before Halloween. The day that no kiddo wants to be sick. She had the cutest costume this year, Lambie from Doc McStuffins, her very favorite show right now. *So glad her Yo Gabba Gabba phase is over!* I was disappointed that she likely wouldn’t get to wear it.

Friday night went very much like Thursday night did… she slept on top of me, with a fever, and now an awesome cough. All. Night. Long. Yay me.

Saturday morning she still looked puny, but both the boys seemed to be good so I was thankful for small blessings. We continued on with the planned fesitivies, Trunk-or-Treat at church, only daddy had to stay home with Lambie. She helped him pass out candy so it was not all bad.



When the boys and I got home we did a little Trick-or-Treating with Lambie and came home and put the kiddos to bed… after they ate about half of their candy. 🙂

The next day, Sunday, I kept Liv home while John took the boys to church. In the blur that is life with a sick kiddo on a holiday weekend, I completely forgot it was my turn to bring breakfast to Sunday School (sorry Family Life Group!) Liv still felt crummy all morning but I got a ton of stuff done with the boys gone for a few hours.

That night Kaden and Collin had a big play at their Co Op, Olivia wasn’t up for the show so my dad stayed with her… this is how she looked when we left her at 4…

sick girl

I’d say she was still under the weather, wouldn’t you? And she insisted on wearing those socks… all weekend. She didn’t go anywhere, so I figured why fight her on it 🙂 Her way of celebrating Halloween I guess.

The boys did an amazing job in their play. I was so impressed. I was so very proud of all their work, John and I laughed so hard we cried at their mannerisms on that stage. It was awesome!

We got home that night and put everyone to bed, and I was feeling rough. You know that “I’ve had a sick toddler stuck to my side for 3 days and now I feel like I have a fever” feeling? If you’re a mom I bet you do. I went to bed, hoping and praying that I wouldn’t get sick. The next day (Monday) was our 13th wedding anniversary. No one wants to be sick on their anniversary… I went to bed early, slept with a croupy toddler and woke up sick.

The problem with momma being sick is that everything stops. John would have happily stayed home from work if I needed him to but that just didn’t feel right. He’s got a busy, demanding job. I knew it’d be better if he stayed out of the sick ward. So we pressed on.

Monday came and went, Olivia and I both sick and running fevers. By Tuesday Liv was better. No more fevers and only a little cough left. My mother came and got her for a couple days so that I could recoup. I am so thankful to have amazing parents who live 20 minutes away! They are  my life savers!

I spent the next two days laying on the couch watching old episodes of Law and Order SVU and Ghost Busters with the boys, it’s not a bad way to spend your sick days. Knowing the toddler was taken care of (Papa let her eat jelly beans for breakfast but that’s a topic for another post), and that the boys are big enough to entertain themselves I was able to relax. However, by Wednesday, Kaden was feeling crummy. He didn’t have fever but he had the stuffy head and cough that had plagued Liv and I… Luckily his illness only lasted Wednesday and Thursday… kids bounce back so much better than we do!

sick days

So here we are on Friday. Everyone is feeling better, although we all still have a cough. Collin and John seemed to have come out unscathed and we are praying that they stay that way. We got nearly zero school done this week, although I did make the boys do their daily reading and I let them watch their favorite marine biology show on Netflix (We call that sick day science!) so we survived. We got so stir crazy that we all got dressed and went to Target at 9 am today… Just to get out of the house… Then to lunch with Daddy… again… We. Were. Stir. Crazy.

We have some things to make up next week but that’s ok too. We got through a rough week together. I didn’t have to worry about how much school they were missing or if I was going to have to send my sick kids to school because of a test… I know it sounds funny, but that was peace to me. We had no where we had to be, no tests that couldn’t wait, we could just sit home together, with netflix and tissues and get well together. It was the best sick week we’ve ever had. <3

Have a great weekend!


“You complete me” and other lies Hollywood tells us about love

12167016_10208006309258917_852143385_n“Hello. I’m looking for my wife. Alright. If this is where it has to happen, then this is where it has to happen. I’m not letting you get rid of me. How about that? This used to be my specialty. I was good in a living room. Send me in there, I’ll do it alone. And now I just… I don’t know…but our little company had a good night tonight. A really big night. But it wasn’t complete, it wasn’t nearly close to being in the same vicinity as complete, because I couldn’t share it with you. I couldn’t hear your voice, or laugh about it with you. I missed my wife. We live in a cynical world, and we work in a business of tough competitors, I love you. You complete me. And I just…”


Do you remember that famous speech? It’s what Jerry Maguire uttered to Dorothy Boyd in his “heart felt” attempt to win her back. He had ignored her and broken her heart in many ways throughout the movie, even though she has stepped out of her job to support him in his personal career goals… she finally had enough. At the end of the movie we all watch with baited breath as he finally puts forth some effort. And how did she respond?

‘Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at hello”


Ahhh romance. Every woman watching that movie with her girlfriends longed to have her husband utter those words.

You complete me.” 

Do you know the main problem with that sentence? Your husband can’t complete you. It’s not his job to complete you. If you enter a relationship with the expectation that your spouse will “complete you” your marriage will suffer. We are all designed to need to be completed by something, there is definitely a hole in our souls that we long to fill. Hollywood tells us to fill that hole with a man, with a soul mate, with love. However, that void can only be filled by God. Praising Him through prayer, worship, service and seeking Him. That hole in your heart was put there by God. He designed us to know that something is missing so that we would seek Him. He’s the only one who can complete you. 

Isaiah 43:21 

21 the people I formed for myself that they may proclaim my praise.

Think back to all the relationships you’ve watched on the television or big screen in your lifetime. Ross & Rachel, Michael & Sarah, Cliff & Clair, even Zach & Kelly and Kevin & Winnie. We are told that we need to be completed by the perfect romantic relationship at a very young age. Hollywood models relationships after unattainable standards. They also show us love through the world’s lens. Not God’s.

Love isn’t perfect. It’s messy. Yes, we all feel that new relationship feeling. The warm and fuzzy butterflies that make us swoon every time we think about our new love. But that fades. Husbands leave dirty socks in the floor; wives burn dinner. Children come and things get really crazy. If you’ve used your marriage to try to fill your spiritual needs you’ll be feeling some serious strain at this point. Without a relationship with Christ, you can’t understand true grace. Grace is undeserved mercy. That’s beautiful isn’t it? If my husband tracks dirt through the house I can have one of two reactions. I can get mad and start a fight or I can sweep it up, understanding all he does for me. Maybe he was out cutting the grass and tracked dirt in when he was done? That’s grace. That’s a very simple example but you get what I’m saying. We make mistakes, we aren’t perfect, but we still love each other because we choose to.


Most television relationships promote sin. Ross & Rachel lived together and were physically intimate long before their drunken wedding ceremony in Vegas. They had a child together while they continued to date other people. When they came home and sobered up they had an annulment. No biggie right? Their marriage was disposable. Do all of these things happen in real life? Of course. Does God love any of the people who have been in this situations any less? Not even a little bit. I lived with my husband for nearly 3 years before we married. It was a sin. I’m not proud of it but it’s part of who I am. It’s part of our testimony. You see, we were young and not in church. We lived in the world and in the world it’s acceptable to live together before marriage. They do it on tv and in movies all the time. That sin has become an acceptable sin because we’ve been taught that “everyone is doing it” and so we do.

God wants us to model our relationships after His Word. We are spiritually and emotionally complete when we have an intimate relationship with Christ. Walking daily with Him, depending on Him, talking to Him every step of the way. That’s what completes us. Then and only then can we have a successful, godly marriage. When you allow yourself to be completed by God it takes the pressure off your husband. You’re able to give him grace for his imperfections, he’s allowed to be human. When you aren’t expecting him to meet every emotional and spiritual need you have you’ll be happier in your marriage because you no longer have unrealistic expectations from each other.

Hollywood also tells us that if we are unhappy with our spouse, when we feel that they aren’t completing us, we should look for a new one. When we get married we say vows, they vary in the exact wording, but traditionally they all involve the following.

“To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part.” 

The Bible tells us that when we are married before Him we become one flesh. We don’t marry for a season or until we aren’t feeling fulfilled any longer, we marry until death do us part.

Matthew 19:4-6

“Haven’t you read,” he replied, “that at the beginning the Creator ‘made them male and female,’[a] and said, ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh’[b]? So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.”

Divorcing your spouse because they don’t make you feel special any longer goes back to that hole you’re trying to fill in your soul. You see, people are selfish. It’s part of our sin nature. The world tells us to look out for ourselves, are we being served? Does my husband bring me presents, does he make me feel pretty, does he meet my needs? A godly marriage, between two people who are modeling Christ in their marriage looks different. Spouses ask how can I serve my husband or wife? How can I show them they are loved? How can I make them feel special?

See the difference? It goes from “What have you don’t for me lately?” to “What can I do for you?” (<<<did you see what I did there, music is another way the world tells us how we should love)

Let me be clear. I am in no way advocating for anyone to stay with a spouse who is mentally, physically, sexually or even verbally abusive. I’m not even advocating staying with a spouse who has been unfaithful, although I believe that some marriages can survive unfaithfulness if the cheating partner has genuine repentance and remorse. Those couples need to seek counselling together to repair their marriage. If your spouse is habitually unfaithful you are not going to get genuine anything from them, in which case, divorce is acceptable, even in God’s eyes.

Matthew 19:9

9And I say to you: whoever divorces his wife, except for sexual immorality, and marries another, commits adultery.”

You see, God knew that marriage would be hard. He knew that it would take work, therefore he set up guidelines and rules to ensure we give each other grace for most situations, and that some situations just can’t be repaired. Love is an action. It’s not a fuzzy feeling when he touches your hand or you kiss his cheek. Love is grace in action. Love is accepting that your spouse isn’t perfect and loving them regardless because you are one flesh, joined in the eyes of the Lord.

So to recap. God completes us which gives us strength. God’s perfect strength gives us the ability to give grace to our spouses when we realize that they aren’t perfect, when the new wears off. That grace that we give is given back to us when we don’t deserve it. Spouses learn to serve and love each other the way that Christ loves us. Hollywood has it all wrong. God designed it perfectly.

Can I Get a Monday Do Over? Please?

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Mondays are supposed to be the chance to start a new week, full of possibility and promise. But we all know they aren’t. They are the day that steals our joy almost as soon as they begin.

Yesterday, Monday, I started my day off right. I am using a new running app. I love it, It tells me what to do. “Ok, start running for 3 minutes,” “And lets walk for 1 minute, ” “Now sprint for 15 seconds…” I ran 3.5 miles and I felt pretty great. Like I could take on the world right? Well, the world is very different from 3 homeschool kids.

As soon as I got in, Liv greeted me at the door. John was finishing up his breakfast and headed up stairs so I was in charge. I always hope she’ll sleep until I can at least get a cup of coffee in me, but this is Monday so no such luck. I made her some pancakes (the microwaveable kind, I’m not a hero on Mondays) and myself a cup of liquid gold. The boys joined us soon after… everything was going ok so far. I fixed their breakfasts and headed up to get a shower. The boys had instructions, “Eat your breakfast, clean up your mess and get dressed for school.” Easy right? Think they followed them? Nope.

Almost as soon as I stepped out of my 2 minute shower, I heard the boys fighting in my bedroom. I walk in to find them both, still in their jammies, rolling around on my bedroom floor like a couple of hyenas. I felt the urge to scream but I held it together. I sent them to their rooms to get ready and I threw on some clothes. Olivia and I walked down stairs… that’s where Monday began.

There were breakfast plates all over the table, at least my sweet husband had moved his to the counter by the sink… As I took inventory of our  beautiful new home I saw that the boys had flooded the bathroom floor and left their dirty clothes in a pile in the middle of the water from showers the night before. There were shoes and toys strewn about from the front door to the back. A half eaten bag of pretzels on the couch, open… and tiny plastic wrappers everywhere… I picked one up… Pecan Swirls… they had literally opened them, ate them and just dropped the trash. Really? I realize that kids will be kids, but these boys are 8 and 10, they know better. Monday.

I called the boys down and I yelled. They hurried around, cleaning their mess. Olivia following behind them, barking orders herself… she’s seen me do this a few times. Once it was picked up I had them sit in their desks with a pencil and paper. We were having a come to Jesus meeting. I wrote House Rules on the white board and they copied them down.

1. NO TV Until after school is over

2. Clean up your own messes

3. Turn the lights off when you leave a room (this is a big problem in our house)

4.Put your dirty clothes away

5. NO SMART MOUTHS (this one is for Collin… he’s sassy like his momma)

6. Follow directions the first time

Simple rules really, in my mind I think they should already know these but clearly my kids needed a reminder.

We laminated the rules and taped them to their desks, a constant reminder. I felt pretty good about my meeting so we started school.

Kaden goes first, always… Collin plays with Liv until it’s his turn.

School went pretty well with Kaden, he was having a good focus day (he’s our ADD boy) and we ended with a smile.

Then it was Collin’s turn, Kaden went upstairs with the instruction to watch his sister. I told him that if she wanted to watch TV they could, but it had to be one of her shows… Clifford, Sophia, Doc McStuffins… Shows that wont suck a 10 -year-old boy in. I knew that he would pay attention to her if they were watching “baby” shows.

I went back downstairs and started school with Collin. 15 minutes later, Olivia came walking down the stairs alone (she’s not allowed to ever be on the stairs without holding someone’s hand), covered in blue gatorade. You know that if a toddler is covered in anything, chances are something else is covered too, right? So I call up to Kaden…

Me “Where’s your sister?”

Kaden “She’s right here mom.”

Me “You sure?”

Kaden “Hey! Where’d she go?!”

Me “She’s down stairs wearing blue gatorade”

I asked Liv where the mess was and she says sweetly “Come on mom, I will show you!”

I go up and there’s gatorade everywhere, on the table, on the carpet… beige carpet with blue gatorade is a shocking sight. After I surveyed the damage I noticed that Kaden was watching Hot Wheels. Hmmm… that’s why he didn’t even notice she was gone. You see, some people don’t realize that ADD kids have laser like focus when they are interested in something. An atom bomb could have gone off and he wouldn’t have flinched.

I lost it. Yelling, screaming, angry words left my lips. I threw a hissy fit, cleaned up the mess and reinstructed Kaden… then headed back downstairs.

Not long after, Kaden and Olivia came down to play playdoh at the kitchen table. Great, that’s a quiet activity, she’s not in danger of falling down the stairs, I’m good with this. Liv gets into playdoh, she loves it… which is why she had a poopy accident yesterday, on Monday, because she had to go and she didn’t want to stop playing. Cleaning up poo isn’t fun, ever. Well played Monday. Well played.

Now I’m sitting there, after cleaning up the mess, trying to dive back into school with Collin, I can’t find where we left off because I’m flying by the seat of my pants anyway… I didn’t do lesson plans the night before because there just wasn’t time. See, we are in the throws of the MLB post season and this is a big deal here in the Herrell House, a virtual holiday if you will… My sweet husband thinks it’s a holiday from bedtime… our boys have been sitting up until 10:30 or 11:00 Every. Single. Night. For a week!

I know you girls know what I mean when I say that by the end of the night, I don’t want to see my kids… at least not awake. I prefer to see them sleeping soundly in their beds.  I love them dearly, but I have been needed, wanted, touched, climbed on, wiped on, and tasked all day long. I need a break. I wand some adult time, nothing crazy, just having an hour or so where no one needs anything from me. I don’t have to wipe a bottom or pour a milk, or clean up a mess. Just to talk, watch TV, veg out a bit. The volume level in our house drops drastically when our kids are in bed. I’m craving quiet. I’m not getting that right now and it makes for a very cranky momma. We need downtime. NEED, not WANT…

So back to Monday… we finally got done with school and I sat down to do a bit of work while the kids ate lunch. That’s when Collin appeared, asking for the dustpan. Now, this isn’t a normal question for an 8-year-old boy so of course I had to investigate… he spilled a bag of popcorn all over the kitchen floor. #Monday

I could go on and on about how our day derailed. The broken trinket a rogue baseball hit, the missing baseball bat that we still haven’t been able to locate, all the countless spills, quarrels and inconveniences but I’m sure I don’t have to… You likely have a similar disdane for Monday. We all do. Our Mondays, or Tuesdays or any days… are filled with the craziness of motherhood. My stress outlet is to share mine with you. I find a bit of comic relief to put “pen to paper” or key to screen in this instance?? It helps me laugh it off to know that someone else is laughing at me er… with me?? So thanks for reading and I hope we all have a better week!



Obedience isn’t just for children


Can we talk for a few minutes about obedience? God has laid this word on my heart today. As mothers, we talk about or ask for obedience on the regular, don’t we? We instill it in our kids, we punish them when they aren’t obedient. I know in our home we have regular time-outs or restrictions when our kids don’t follow the rules. Sometimes disobedience requires a spanking. We give our children instructions, they are clear and we expect them to follow those instructions. We understand that they are children and they are going to mess up but as a general rule, we expect obedience.

So does God. Not just for our children though, He expects it from us, He’s laid out all the rules. He gives us instructions, tiny whispers spoken in our hearts. Oh but He, in His infinite wisdom, knows that we are going to make mistakes. His plan for our life is so perfect though. When we make mistakes we come to Him with genuine repentance in our hearts and He lovingly forgives us. Do you know that there is often a consequence in that plan? No, God won’t put us in a time out in the same sense that we do with our children, but sometimes our sin will separate us from important things in our life. A friend, a relationship, maybe something we want to do.

Proverbs 3:9-10

Honor the Lord with your wealth,    with the firstfruits of all your crops;10 then your barns will be filled to overflowing,    and your vats will brim over with new wine.

For example, God has instructed us to honor him with our first fruits. This is our tithe. Tithing is not about money, tithing is about obedience. God asks us to trust him enough to give our tithe before we give to any other bill. When we disobey this we will likely find ourselves in financial struggles. When we spend our money only on the things that please us, we may find ourselves unable to afford things that we need or even want later on. However, when we honor God with our money, when we give Him our trust and obedience, He blesses us.

When my husband I first started attending church we didn’t tithe. We gave money, when we felt we had extra, but that wasn’t what God wanted from us. Giving money when all your bills are paid, when your belly is full and your wallet is overflowing isn’t trusting God. It’s saying “Okay, all my wants and needs are fulfilled, here… you can have what’s left.” Those aren’t your first fruits. When you get your paycheck and the first thing you do is give to God, before you see how much is left over, before the bills are paid, when your savings is empty… that’s when you’re trusting God. That’s when you’re saying “God, I don’t know how I’m going to fair this month, but I’m going to be obedient to you.” This is what he wants. Do you know that God doesn’t want or need your money? He’s God! He wants your dependence, your trust and your obedience.

So back to my hubby and I… we didn’t tithe for nearly a year. It wasn’t until after we went through Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University (<<< I HIGHLY recommend this class!) that we began trusting God. I remember when we wrote our first tithe check. It was a little nerve wracking to give that much money away but we trusted Him. We knew that He would bless our obedience and that He would meet our needs. Notice I said needs not wants… Within a week of me writing our first tithe check I was checking the mail and I had an envelope from the local hospital. It was a refund check for a bit more than we had just tithed, from our middle son’s birth 3 years earlier. Can you imagine the odds? Now, is God going to send you a check every time you give Him yours? Of course not, but He does bless you for the obedience. For us it’s been in the form of a promotion at my husband’s work, the ability for me to stay home and homeschool our kids, being able to get out of debt and begin saving money. He orchestrated us moving into a house that is nearly 2 times the size of our old home and would you believe that our payment is $100 LESS per month? That’s how God blesses us. Our obedience to Him puts us in His will. It puts us on a path where we are following after His heart. And He pours out His blessings on His children. You only need to read Deuteronomy 28 to see how God feels about obedience.

Several years ago I was driving home with our middle child; who was two at the time. He noticed that Chick Fil A was up ahead and asked for a biscuit. We weren’t in a hurry so I decided to stop. As we were turning in I noticed a man standing on the corner. He had a sign stating that he was hungry. I felt God speak to my heart, He told me to buy this man breakfast, so I did. I ordered him a chicken biscuit and a coffee as it was pretty cold outside but as I was paying fear struck me. Here I was, a woman, alone with a small child and I was about to approach a strange man in the street. I reached over and grabbed my purse while I was still in the drive thru lane. I put it on the floor behind the passenger seat so that it wasn’t within reach of the window and I prayed, “God, I’m doing what You want me to do but I am scared. Please protect us.” As I pulled out of the parking lot I could see the corner where the man was standing only now the scene was very different. There was a police car there with the blue lights on and two officers had this man up against the back of their car. They were patting him down. He was being arrested, for what I have no clue. There I sat, at the red light beside them;  I had his hot coffee in my cup holder and his breakfast in a bag on the passenger seat. God had protected me, He had shown me in a way that would reach me like no other (my husband and my mother are both law enforcement so seeing the blue lights spoke a message of safety to me) that He was there. I was so amazed. I called my husband, I told my pastor, I called anyone and everyone I could think of to tell what God had done for me that day!

Later that night I met some girlfriends at a fancy sushi restaurant for a birthday dinner. It’s an expensive place and there were probably 20 of us sitting together celebrating our friend. I had a couple of sushi rolls and a diet coke but most of my friends at the time were sharing bottles of wine and lots of food. As they were just getting started I was ready to leave, I’m not a drinker myself, and I tended to cut out when things got exciting. I asked the waitress for my check, it should have been about $25 if I was calculating correctly. The waitress smiled and said “it’s been taken care of.” I was confused, I assumed one of my girlfriends had picked up my tab but that wasn’t the case. An elderly gentlemen who sat inside had seen the celebration we were having on the porch. He had paid the nearly $600 (my best estimate based on the number of women and what our table ordered)tab for our entire group. He hadn’t even come out to tell us. He paid and left. The waitress said he does this about once a month, he picks a table and blesses them without ever saying a word.

I went back to my friends and told them what had happened, I also told them about what God had done for me that morning. One or two of them laughed, they thought I was making a whole lot out of a coincidence but I knew. I knew that God had rewarded my obedience. He had showed me He was watching. He made His presence known to me that day. He showed me that when I am obedient He takes notice.

God whispers to our hearts. He gives us little tasks throughout our days, some of those tasks may seem menial or even silly, but when we are obedient He moves mountains with those small tasks.

Be obedient, be submissive, look for the appointments in your life that God places before you. Even when you don’t have time or the desire, obey Him. Don’t let fear be an obstacle, fear nearly kept me from homeschooling my kids. God called me to be on this journey and He has blessed me for obeying, but fear delayed me for a full year. I didn’t trust that God could work through this area of my life. I felt like the stress would be too great. The task too difficult. But my God knew, He knew that this was where I needed to be. He knew that my children would thrive. He knew that our family would grow in a way that I can’t even put into words. He grew my faith. He grew my trust. He grew my relationship with Him. Obedience, Obedience is the key to following God’s heart. It’s the key to happiness, to being contented in your life. It’s not just what we expect of our children, it’s what our heavenly father expects from us.

Raising Respectful Kids

12084245_10207926085253367_217915034_nI am a mother to two baseball fanatic little boys who are quickly growing into young men. We are at the beginning of our fall baseball season so our family is spending a great deal of time at the local ball fields. As a homeschool family, I have to say that we sincerely enjoy having the kids around all the other boys a few times a week. It’s great for the socialization everyone always worries about! However, watching the games I am reminded of all those influences I am trying to hard to protect my boys from. The vast majority of the players in our league are great kids. They play well together, and they have great sportsmanship. But there are those few who seem to forget that it’s just a game. Parents yelling and screaming at a child for striking out quickly leads to a kid who will yell and scream and stomp off the field when he’s tagged out in a play.

This week I watched a child throw his arms up and argue with an umpire because he didn’t agree with a play. I know it sounds silly and small but picture a 10-year-old child arguing with a grown man over a baseball game, this isn’t a small problem. It’s disrespect for authority and it’s so prevalent among young men these days. My middle son saw it too, he looked at me with a little bit of horror on his face… I smiled and reminded him quietly that I’d better never see him do such a thing. He shook his head, assuring me that he wouldn’t dream of it.

We’ve worked very hard to teach our children that God has set people in authority over us and that we are to be respectful to everyone, not just the people we agree with. It seems that society as a whole has stopped teaching this lesson. Have you ever looked up the definition of respect in the dictionary? Merriam-Webster defines it as follows…

Respect: a feeling or understanding that someone or something is important, serious, etc., and should be treated in an appropriate way

In order for a child to be able to respect someone they need to understand that the person has value. It seems that many children today are taught that their value is above all others and this is the death of respectfulness in children and young adults. As I watch these kids on the ball field, I see 3 major respect killers… and I think we are all guilty of them at times.

Respect killer #1: Undermining Authority

Think about it in this scenario… a boy is running to first after hitting a ground ball and he’s thrown out. The umpire calls him out and the child leaves the field right? No big deal, it happens to every single kid who ever plays the game. But what if that child gets to the dugout and is upset, as many of them are, and rather than telling the child that it’s ok, he’ll do better next time, the parent tells him that the umpire is wrong or blind or that he was clearly safe! Guess what that parent just did? He lessened the value of the umpire in the eyes of the child. Now that child has lost respect for this person of authority in his life. The same thing happens in school, if a parent tells a failing child that the teacher is picking on him and that it’s not his fault he has a bad grade the parent lessons the value of the teacher, which in turn causes the child to not respect the teacher.

God tells us that we are to respect the governing authorities in our life as they are all placed there by Him. This means all, teachers, umpires, bosses, presidents… God has placed these people in a position of authority over each of us for a purpose. When a parent challenges that authority to a child he is undermining God’s will in that child’s life.

Ephesians 6:4 4 Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.

It takes a great deal of discipline over our own mouths to raise respectful children. It’s easy when we see our child hurting to blame the person of authority, but it’s not the right way to handle the situation. When we let our child learn to deal with life’s disappointments we are teaching them not only to respect the authorities put in place above them but we are also teaching them to work harder in future situations.

Respect Killer #2: Children who are taught they are perfect

There has been one perfect soul on this planet. Jesus Christ is perfection. He’s the bar so to speak. Somehow our society has decided that we need to tell our children that they are the best at everything for the sake of their self esteem. I have news for you… your child isn’t perfect. Don’t worry, neither is mine. My kids are flawed. Parenting imperfect children is hard. It’s a constant battle between their flesh and my faith. Telling your children that they are perfect is actually a huge disservice. I know I’m using a lot of baseball analogies but stay with me here: If a child strikes out and comes into the dugout crying, you have two choices… you can tell him that the ump called them strikes when they were clearly balls but you’ll once again undermine the authority of the umpire.You’ll also create a lack of respect in your child’s heart. If you lift him up and tell him he’ll do better next time you’ll encourage him to practice and to work hard; to be diligent in his work. Which one of these scenarios is going to create a more respectful adult?

If we want our children to esteem someone above themselves we have to be willing to tell our children that there are other people who are better than they are. That’s a hard one in today’s society. We spend countless time telling our kids how great they are. How they are the best at everything. They get a trophy every single time the show up for a season, regardless of how hard they work. We’ve created a generation of kids with a huge amount of self worth but very little respect for anyone else. It has to stop. It’s ok if your kid isn’t the star. It’s ok if they aren’t the best student in class. Coming in second should be met with encouragement to work hard, not an explanation of how they were wronged in some way by not being recognized as the best.

Respect Killer #3: Being a disrespectful adult

You can’t raise a respectful child if you are not a respectful adult. When you are a parent you are being watched constantly. Every single thing you do or say in front of your children is written into their hearts. They learn from how you react to situations. If you argue with the umpire at a game, guess what they’ll do?? Yep, they’ll argue too. If you’re disrespectful to the adults around you they’ll learn to do the same. As a parent, you have to be willing to admit that you aren’t perfect either. You have to understand that God has put people in authority over you too. And you have to treat them as such. Show your children how to treat people of authority, teach them that their God is bigger than everyone, even you. Teach them to put others first, our society will be better for it.

Phillippians 2:3

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves…

Value others above yourselves… How hard is that? That’s the bar, that’s the goal. Those little words are how we raise respectful young men and women rather than a society of brats. Instilling this in our kids is how we end the attack on authority in this nation. It’s how we ensure that our kids will be godly adults who raise more godly, respectful children. It’s how we make sure that the next generation loves each other rather than just themselves.





Slow Down Mom!


This is our second year of homeschooling our boys. Prior to then, they attended a more traditional, Christian school that we loved. We weren’t one of those families who homeschooled form day one, although today I wish we were. Having your kids in traditional school places certain expectations in your mind that are hard to let go of. You see, kids go to school from 8 am to 3 pm most days, so when you first start schooling at home and you realize that you’re done by noon you assume “I must not be doing enough!” You’ve spent weeks over the summer preparing your perfect schedule. You’ve picked the best curriculum, scheduled field trips and days off… You’ve looked into library programs for homeschool families and maybe even sports for your kids, and of course you’ve found the best co-op around and you joined… and agreed to teach… and suddenly you’ve lost complete control of your sweet little schedule.

I had the best plan for this year. We decided to try a year round approach to school. We basically work six weeks on and then take one week off. This gives us less time off in the summer but here in Florida we really appreciate the time off in the fall and winter when it’s beautiful outside. My year-at-a-glance schedule is printed out and posted on the wall over my desk, color coordinated and lovely.

I have weekly and daily schedules as well. Those are also color coordinated but they are anything but lovely at this point. We have almost zero blank space. Blank space is so important to a homeschool family, you need time to do experiments or art projects, to go outside and explore or maybe just to take an afternoon off to ride bikes or play outside. Our calendar had a ton of white space in June and July… then August came.

In August, our church lost our fabulous Mini Zone teacher. She took care of our 2-4 year-olds and they adored her. Every week she had special crafts, lessons and snacks for them, she put a ton of effort into planning and making sure they had something fun to do! Then she got a new job, and  had to move to Nebraska… and guess who was asked to take her place? Yep, this over booked homeschool mom right here… Our church is currently a little short staffed on the nursery front, it’s a good problem to have really. We are growing and we’re gaining new families and lots of new little ones. Anyway, I was reluctant to take on the Wednesday night teaching position but I figured “How bad can it be? They’re toddlers…”

Wrong. It’s a ton of extra planning, supply gathering and studying which wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t already doing lesson plans for fourteen 2nd and 3rd graders every week for co-op as well as those that I do for my own students weekly here at home. Add into that planning field trips, housework, dinner, taking care of a two-year-old, and all those other mom-duties we all have. It can get overwhelming.

The other project I’ve taken upon myself is our weekly Cross Trainers group. My kiddos and I decided to start this a couple of months ago. It’s basically a group of homeschool kids who enjoy running together. We’ve been training for an upcoming 5K together. This has been a lot of fun but it takes up a big block on our calendar. Thankfully, it requires very little planning on my part, we just show up and run, then the kids play for a bit. But it delays our school by about 2 hours every Wednesday.

I also have a personal direct sales business that I try to put a little time into every day. I have this blog that I love to write, I’m the team mom for our boys’ baseball team (2 games per week and practice on Saturday)

So enough about how busy I am, because seriously, every homeschool mom, or just mom for that matter, is busy. How do you make it stop? That’s the question right? Here’s the answer…

Stop. Saying. Yes.

It’s that simple. Why is it so hard for us? I think it’s because we sincerely don’t want to let people down. We also all have this tiny desire to be super mom. I think most of us genuinely want to serve, but when we are stretched so thin how effective is our service? If I run out of time to plan during the week and I have to wing the Mini Zone lesson I’m doing those kids, as well as our church, a disservice. If I take that time away from my co-op planning then those kids miss out. I’m at a point where I have too many people depending on me. I don’t want to let any of them down but we don’t have any margin. We don’t have any spare time. Here’s my basic week… You’ll see a lot of “chores,” Friday is my deep cleaning day, we don’t do school on Friday’s so I sweep, mop, dust, clean the appliances, bathrooms and put away all the laundry. The other days’ “chores” are maintenance, wiping counters, doing dishes, preparing dinner, general clean up. I left my personal free time in white… but quite often this isn’t actually “free” it’s a cup of coffee between demands to “play with me,” “read to me,” “Mom, can you get me…” I also use my free time to catch up on my lesson plans, Jamberry stuff and blog posts…



^^^^ This is what will burn you out on homeschooling your kids. Not your kids themselves. This crazy packed schedule isn’t necessary for my kids to get an education. It’s not filled so that they can be more well rounded, it’s filled because I have a need to do it all. We can’t do it all, we really can’t. Something is going to suffer, more often than not, it’s school that gets cut when we are overbooked, not the activity that over booked us in the first place. This schedule is why I snap at my husband and my kids. It’s why I’m on my phone more than I should be. It’s the exact thing we wanted to avoid, the hurry up’s of school life. Granted, it’s much better with homeschool because we still have the power to manipulate this schedule when we need to, but still, something gets less attention than it should…

So what is this rambling post about? What’s the moral? Slow down moms, don’t over book. Co-op is fun, but it’s not necessary. If you really want to do it, don’t teach. Don’t bite off more than you can chew, leave some white blocks in your calendar to enjoy this little journey. This years will go by quickly, you want to remember spending time with your kids, not how stressed out you were all the time.