It's been three years'ish since I posted anything here. Not sure what happened to all my pretty pictures. I feel as if I'm walking into a deserted house. I used to love to go walking through the woods where my parents live in TN and come across parts of old, deserted houses that no one had lived in for years and years and years. I loved walking around in them looking for clues about the people who had lived there. Once I found a pair of old dentures. I was in high school...I took them home, put them in a jar, and they sat on the windowsill of my dorm room window (I went to boarding school in KY) till I graduated. Not sure what happened with them after that. I guess I finally got a clue...I thought it was funny to have a set of used dentures on my windowsill, but everyone else was grossed out.
On another walk through the woods, my Mom took me to the land where my Dad grew up. Part of the house he grew up in was still standing. I saw the water pump that was on the back porch, and imagined my grandmother living there. My Dad told a story about my grandmother from back in Depression days. There were a lot of men and women who would come to the back door looking for food and she would give them what she could, and it was most likely from her own share of the small amount of food they had. She made sure my Dad, and his dad, always had enough because they needed their strength to work the farm. We gave our oldest daughter this grandmother's name as her middle name...Katherine.
On this deserted blog, there are missing stories from the last three years. Our oldest son graduated from our homeschool. Many people said, "You must be so proud! Your first homeschool graduate!" How to explain that to get him to that point took superhuman strength and all I felt like doing was taking a nap? ;-)
Three years ago, Lydia was at the beginnings of her teen years. We are now deep in the middle of them and feeling the challenge of decisions to be made...which way to go.
Jack was 11 three years ago, and is now 14. Taller than his dad and older brother and so sweet, but in the same position as Lydia...decisions, decisions, decisions. It's hard to help them to understand now that the decisions they make today affect their tomorrow. Some are easier than others to reach, but so far, ours are hard heads. They remind me of their parents...
And now our youngest three are 8, 7 and 5. I love every minute with them...I love the ages that they are. We have plans to grow pumpkins this summer at our church's community garden. I might be more excited than they.
We are a busy, busy family. Darin and I work hard to keep life to a minimum, but with six kids, it's hard! We are working on making the busyness more of home-thing...we won't get to have them forever, and this is the only time they will have to build a relationship with each other...we're looking forward to this coming year and imagining the stories and new pictures that can potentially be posted here is exciting.
Onward and Upward!
On another walk through the woods, my Mom took me to the land where my Dad grew up. Part of the house he grew up in was still standing. I saw the water pump that was on the back porch, and imagined my grandmother living there. My Dad told a story about my grandmother from back in Depression days. There were a lot of men and women who would come to the back door looking for food and she would give them what she could, and it was most likely from her own share of the small amount of food they had. She made sure my Dad, and his dad, always had enough because they needed their strength to work the farm. We gave our oldest daughter this grandmother's name as her middle name...Katherine.
On this deserted blog, there are missing stories from the last three years. Our oldest son graduated from our homeschool. Many people said, "You must be so proud! Your first homeschool graduate!" How to explain that to get him to that point took superhuman strength and all I felt like doing was taking a nap? ;-)
Three years ago, Lydia was at the beginnings of her teen years. We are now deep in the middle of them and feeling the challenge of decisions to be made...which way to go.
Jack was 11 three years ago, and is now 14. Taller than his dad and older brother and so sweet, but in the same position as Lydia...decisions, decisions, decisions. It's hard to help them to understand now that the decisions they make today affect their tomorrow. Some are easier than others to reach, but so far, ours are hard heads. They remind me of their parents...
And now our youngest three are 8, 7 and 5. I love every minute with them...I love the ages that they are. We have plans to grow pumpkins this summer at our church's community garden. I might be more excited than they.
We are a busy, busy family. Darin and I work hard to keep life to a minimum, but with six kids, it's hard! We are working on making the busyness more of home-thing...we won't get to have them forever, and this is the only time they will have to build a relationship with each other...we're looking forward to this coming year and imagining the stories and new pictures that can potentially be posted here is exciting.
Onward and Upward!
