10 more days until James and I trek off to a warmer climate and a completely different culture. I’m still excited and I’m still nervous. I feel like I’m very much in preparation mode. There’s lot’s to do; clean the house for my friend who will be staying here, stock the fridge, freezer and cupboards, pack everything up for the kids, buy supplies for our trip, get the rest of my shots, , pack everything for James and myself…the list goes on. Fluttering in between all of the lists in my mind are thoughts about preparing my heart. This is one area I struggle with. How does one prepare for a trip like this? It’s like parenting, as much as you want to prepare and ready yourself for the journey you don’t really have any idea what it will be like until you, yourself, are a parent. It’s hard because I want to be prepared. I want to know what it will be like before I get there. What will I see? What will I taste? What will I smell? But it just doesn’t work like that.
I guess my prayer for this week is that I will be able to be flexible to the things we encounter, that I will open my eyes and my heart to different experiences, and that during our short stay in Haiti I will be able to learn from the people there.
I don’t know how he did it but I found this little dust-covered lady bug crawling around my room today.
Rhys is very excited. Rhys says that lady bugs are his friends. I think that Rhys has adopted him.
All I could think was that he must have been singing, “I’m a survivor, I’m not gonna give up…” for months on end.
Poor little guy. Anyways, it made me happy to find him. He’s currently snacking on some crunchy leaves.
Rhys has decided to name him Sue. Good choice son.
*i didn’t have one particular person in mind in writing this post…more of a particular mindset. hear me out.*
I don’t know why I let people bother me. I shouldn’t. I should just be able to let their words/actions/looks roll of my back and I should continue on with my day. But the majority of the time I don’t. I let them stick to me like big Velcro balls, making it hard to maneuver and awkward to carry-on. I don’t usually go on irritated rants on my blog, but I’ve decided to do one today. Don’t worry I’ll keep it short and sweet.
I can’t stand home-schoolers. There I said it and I’ve caught your attention. Now, before you go clicking away from my blog, let me explain. What I can’t stand is a certain mindset that seems to accompany some of home-schooling parents that I’ve come across. I’m not sayin’ they’re all like this and if you home-school your kids and aren’t of this mindset then I applaud you, but this has been my experience. Since I am registering Rhys for Kindergarten next week I’ve had education on my mind, and when you have something on your mind you seem to find it everywhere you look. It was like that when I was pregnant. The day I found out I had Rhys swimming around inside of me it was like all of the pregnant women came out of the woodwork. I saw them ALL. They were everywhere. Anyways, James and I have decided to send Rhys to the local public elementary school for Kindergarten. We talked about home-schooling, we talked about private schooling, we talked about public schooling. We decided, together, that this would be the best option for this next year of education. Now, I get bothered when I say this to someone and all-of-a-sudden the colour in their faces drain, turning them into a sickly white. Their eyes go as wide as saucers and their jaws tickle their toes. “Pu-pu-public..s-school?” They stutter. “You mean you’re not home-schooling your children? You mean you don’t want to offer them the best education they can get and keep them all nestled-up to your bosom all day long? You mean you’re going to wean them…already!?” They look at me as though I’m the worst mother known to mankind. “NO! It has nothing to do with any of that!” I proudly proclaim, “James and I are looking for a consistent dealer and we think this is the best way to go about doing it.” So there.
Obviously it’s not this extreme. Obviously I’m exaggerating (a bit). But more-often-than-not I feel the need to give a list of reasons why we’ve decided that this route is the best for this next year. Why? Why should I feel the need to explain myself? Because some of them have got that look. They do. It’s a look that goes all the way down to the end of their nose and then shoots full speed ahead right at me. What bothers me is when (and this applies to most everything about life) someone thinks that their convictions should be everyone’s convictions. That their way should be everyone’s way. That their views should be everyone’s views. That their parenting should be everyone’s parenting. That their model of family should be packaged, marketed with a furry woodland creature as the mascot and distributed to every God-lovin’ mom in North America. I can’t stand it.*In essentials unity, In non-essentials liberty, In ALL THINGS LOVE!*
I’m not against home-schooling. Really. I’m not. I think that for some families homeschooling is really the best option. I’m not even saying that I’ll never home-school. I don’t think that I’d be a great teacher, but the option is definitely there. All I’m saying is that just because someone home-schools their kids it doesn’t mean that God came down from the heavens and hand-delivered the Coles Notes on Life to your front door. That’s all I’m sayin’.
EDIT: I suppose I should have mentioned (it didn’t even occur to me until James read my post and then reminded me) that both James and I have experienced all three sectors of schooling. We both see up-sides and down-sides to all of them, because nothing is perfect. I should also reiterate that my irritations with home-schooling start and stop with the mindset I’ve just talked about.
There’s this guy in our church, Dave, he’s really funny. James and I went to see his ‘Early Night Show With David Rae’ for Valentine’s day. It was kinda like watching Conan, but better because I was actually there and we had cupcakes afterward. Anyways, he had a few video’s and I found this one to be particularly amusing. I hope you enjoy it. For all you non-facebookers….well, just pretend you know what they’re talking about.
New post on my Everything Nice page. Enjoy!
There’s this children’s book that my kids have called Tell Me Something Happy Before I Go To Sleep by Joyce Dunbar and Debi Gliori. It’s one of the sweetest little books I’ve ever read (I may, or may not, tear-up every time we read it). The book is about two little bunnies, Willa and Willoughby. Willa and Willoughby are sister and brother and one night when Willa can’t fall asleep she asks Willoughby to tell her a bunch of things that are happy and special. She eventually falls asleep in her brothers arms with all those happy thoughts skipping through her little bunny brain. It’s the cutest thing. It makes me happy. So today I am going to tell you a bunch of things that make me happy just like Willoughby told Willa.
- The pockets in one of my favorite pairs of jeans are made from this really cute bird fabric. No one else can see it except me. It’s like my jeans and I have a secret.
- I finished reading Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller. As soon as I finished the book I put it down on the coffee table and yelled, “YES!” James came running around the corner wondering what the heck was wrong with me. I’m sure something is wrong with me but I yelled because I was just so dang happy after I read that book. It felt like someone finally got it and then somehow wrote a book that felt more like a good conversation about God instead of a 12 step program on how to become a better Christian. I might blog a bit more about this book but let’s just say that I felt so much better about so many things after reading it. Way to go Don.
- New growth on my Jasmine plant again. Last year (it will be exactly a year tomorrow!) I wrote a post called The Gardener. The post is about my Jasmine plant and God. Well, it came time for another big pruning. I cut so much back that I, again, thought that it might not survive. When I saw the new life poking through the dead parts I was again encouraged in my faith by this silly houseplant. Funny how that works.
- Making a pot of coffee in the afternoon. ’nuff said.
- Kisses from my ‘Robot Baby’ niece.
- Calling my wonderful hairdresser and asking if she has room for me, getting myself and the kids ready and bundled within 15 minutes and running to the bus to make it to a last-minute hair appointment only to find out that my sister had the next appointment of the day. Our hairdresser thought that we had planned it. Must be a sister thing.
- Waking up from an afternoon nap to this. Hmmm, I wonder who put that there???
*Rhys and Ammie Fishing*
Rhys: We’re fishing. I’m catching Salmon.
Ammie: I’m catching Salmon too.
Rhys: Actually, I’m catching Catfish.
Ammie: Well, I’m catching Puppy-dog Fish!