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Archive for November, 2008

I’ll be posting the meme from Nicole at ApronStringsAflutter later!

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So, yesterday I slipped on a blanket that our almost 4 year old left out on the floor.  I was holding the baby (thank GOD I was able to move him to the other side of my body) and I hit the floor pretty hard and slammed into the base of the iron baker’s rack.  This is why I am not a fan of hardwood floors anymore…

Bad hardwoods!  Bad baker's rack!

Bad hardwoods! Bad baker's rack!

And yes, those are outlier, smaller bruises.  I’d like to go back to sleep now…

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Evangelism

We have evangelists of all kinds, from those advocating looser enforcement of drug laws to some idealistic vegans.  Whether it’s PETA or Richard Dawkins.. or even a President Elect, it seems like these days there’s always someone selling some ideal.  Why, then, are so many of us afraid to talk about the *actual* Gospel?  Why do we let ourselves get beaten back by the secular accusations that tell us that since some Crusaders did some horrible things 5 centuries ago that now we can’t spread the news of Christ’s love?  Offering love is not intolerance or a symptom of prejudice.  I don’t know about you, but I’m done apologizing for trying to share good news that is really good with a world who desperately needs to hear it.

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My prayer for today

There is so little that I can do regarding today’s election.  I’ll vote, but ultimately things remain in God’s hands, where they were all along and will be for all time.  Ultimately, I cannot change the world.  I can’t move mountains.  I can’t convert nations.  All I can do is to serve one heart at a time, one day at a time.  The best I can hope for is the distinction of being a humble servant and a conduit for whatever grace God gives through me… and that’s all that I’m called to be anyways.

Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury,pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen

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Do people just really not know how to be a family any more?  Seriously?

It seems like every couple of weeks our kindergartener comes home with more projects to do.  Except the projects aren’t just for him, but for “the whole family.”  Now, I like my 6 year old and I like to spend time as a family.  What I don’t like is that my time and how I spend time with my own children is getting dictated by my child’s school teacher.

I don’t need a monthly chart with weekly “suggestions” on how to be a mom.  If they want to give Nat tons of worksheets on math or reading, that’s fine with me.  That’s their job, to teach him how to read or write.  My job is to be his mom, and I don’t need coaching on that from his teacher.  I don’t need to be told how to spend time with my child, and not for anything but there is only so much time in a day.  Time spent on these arbitrary projects takes away from what we would *normally* do as a family.

Not for anything, but these projects impose a homogeneity that wouldn’t otherwise exist.  We are Slovenian, as well as Catholic.  We already pray together, celebrate our ethnic holidays together, and live as a family.  Why do we need school directed art projects on top of that?  It ends up being coercive, because what happens if we *don’t* spend time decorating the gingerbread man?  Then our son goes to school being the odd one out among his friends in a situation that would never have existed without the school deciding to tell all of us how to spend time with our families and what the “results” of that time spent together should look like.

We’ve given our son siblings, an ethnic heritage, loving parents who involve him in our everyday lives and Catholic faith.  He has a family life.  He doesn’t need little art projects to mimic what he already has and I don’t want to be pushed into someone else’s arbitrary definition of “what a family should do together.”

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