When you are a homeschooling mother it is very common to receive questions from interested future-homeschooling families about the practical aspects of homeschooling.

How do you select curriculum?
What did you choose?
What do your days look like?
How do you make sure you are doing enough?
How do you schedule it all?

For me, these answers came from asking questions and from hours and hours of research, first on the pros and cons of homeschooling, next on the legalities in the place we live, then on the types and methods of schooling, then on education as a whole, and eventually, once I had narrowed down some kind of a plan, on the actual details of our own home school– what books, lessons we would study, when, why, and how much.

You can’t plan your schooling experience without a vision, so a vision is the first place to start. You need an idea of what your purpose is.
Vision requires some information– for example, you will need to know what your educational philosophy is and how to mold your family’s schedule to meet with that goal. You will need to know how much time you have to give each day and what you would like those days to look like… who will do the majority of the teaching, when, and for what reason.

Is there a “right” and a “wrong” way to educate? I believe so, absolutely. Some of the resources that have tremendously helped me to understand that are:

The Bible.
The Encyclicals of the Church on parenting, family life and education.
Catholic Homeschooling, by Mary Kay Clark
The website of the Classical Liberal Arts Academy
The website of St Thomas Aquinas College
My husband, whose study of ancient greece and rome have formed our ideas about education.
Charlotte Mason’s Original Homeschooling Series

Once I had immersed myself in those– and that’s not a necessary step, but certainly a step which helped me to develop a vision– I felt equipped to start making decisions about our homeschool. I researched the laws in my state and began to develop an idea of a method I wanted to use.
In our family, we selected Charlotte Mason’s educational philosophies, based on the classical method.

This narrowed down our choices of curriculum for each subject considerably (there is so much out there!) and helped us to select items which we found useful and which fit in our lifestyle and ideas.

At this point I realized that there were simply a ton of wonderful homeschool curriculum companies available out there, and that it was going to be almost impossible to chose just one.
I also realized that they were very expensive. Educating just ONE of my children, and I have several, was going to cost me about as much as an inexpensive private school. And we can’t do that.

So I set to work picking and choosing what I liked from several different sources, using ideas and curriculum from various places and tweaking it so that it worked for us and helped us to meet our goals without breaking the bank.
I checked with my husband at each step along the process. I organized a big picture vision, and then narrowed it down to a year, and then to a term, eventually a weekly schedule, and then to a daily schedule.

Since then, I’ve learned that there are ready-made resources out there to help you do exactly that, regardless of whether you are using the Charlotte Mason method or not. One of them is here:

http://simplycharlottemason.com/

Possibly the most helpful information I’ve gleaned is two-fold.
First, that in the early years, our job is to make learning accessible (to spread a feast before them, so to speak) but also to guide and direct them to develop good HABITS, the habits which will then become key in their academic development.
I’ve learned to emphasize, above all, hard work and hard prayer, anchoring our day in these two things.
I’ve also learned, especially in these early, formative years, to emphasize the core: Grammar, Arithmetic and Religion. Everything else will stem from these.

In order to do that, I selected strong reading, writing, and arithmetic programs, a strong catechetical program, and pared down the rest to interesting reading in what Charlotte Mason calls “living books.” For the early years, this really is all they need. Science is done in their endless hours outdoors on nature study, and history, geography, art, music, etc are picked up very purposefully, but very gently, via good literature and nonfiction that springs the subjects to life.

What about the period before kids are really ready to “start” but when they are definitely ready for something?
Charlotte Mason suggests spending the majority of this time on habit training and outdoor play. She suggested working on the very basics of reading, writing, and arithmetic… teaching them the alphabet song, counting by rote, and tracing shapes with their fingers and eventually a pencil. In no time they will be ready to hit the books hard, and you will have developed healthy habits in them that will spill into their academics later and invariably enrich their lives. Any mother can do these things– even a mother who isn’t planning on homeschooling, or isn’t sure if she will or not.

Because it’s that time of year– the time of year when homeschool moms are winding down the school year and thinking about how they are going to start their planning for the fall, I’m doing it too.
And looking back over the year, I can see where I’ve failed and where I’ve succeeded, which helps me prepare and plan for the year ahead.

It’s important to sit down with the children, too, and ask them how it went, what they liked, and what they want to do differently.
It’s certainly worth taking into consideration.

Do you have any tips and tricks for getting off to a successful start you’d like to share? Feel free to leave a comment with some ideas below.

Happy planning!

Today and tomorrow mark the two feasts of the year that deal with our dead… On November 1 the Saints recognized by the Roman Catholic Church as having abounded in holiness in this life through careful examination, and those who are unknown to us or known only to a few are celebrated on this day. Tomorrow we remember in our prayers all the souls who have been here below, praying especially for the mercy of God on those who may be going through purgative purification.

It’s a time I always begin to reflect on the Communion of Saints.
the Communion of Saints is the name we give to a doctrine we teach that makes most protestants shudder– and yet it is the most glorious thing…. one of the key pieces in the puzzle of Christianity. As a protestant, I was always so frustrated when my friends died– my choices were to believe that they had gone to hell because I hadn’t seen them make visible efforts with their alleged faith in God, in which case, it was horrid, I was helpless, and God didn’t care. Or to believe that they had gone to heaven and were now separate from me, GONE, away, and lost until some magical day in the far off future when we would be united in heaven. Catholicism, however, offers the simplest, and most beautiful doctrine to demonstrate both how GOOD God really is and how interconnected we are… how much relationships DO matter.

The entire Church, called the “Mystical Body of Christ,” has one head: Christ. The Church here on earth is called: “The Church Militant.” We are here below, waging war on sin and evil. The Church above is the Church Triumphant, having succeeded in the spiritual battle, and now interceding for us before the Throne.
The Church Suffering are the souls in purgatory (state of being, not physical place) who did not succeed in the Battle completely, who have not received the graces necessary (because they didn’t ask!) to enter God’s presence, but who died “doing what they thought was right.” Great suffering is theirs. as the Refiner’s Fire purifies them, and we pray for them anticipating their eventual glory, they helping us by their prayers and we helping them. All of us are interconnected. For those in Christ, there truly is no time and space, we are all one.

In the Holy Eucharist, In Christ in the Blessed Sacrament, I am united to all believers past, present and future, militant, suffering, and triumphant. We are all One. When I receive the eucharist I am mystically present with all my loved ones…. family members across the globe whom I love and miss and who, also are fed by the Lamb. Friends and family members who have passed on in Christ. The Saints whose lives inspire me and mold me and help me to be the best Christian I can be. They are all there, in that little tiny host, often described as “dry tasting” by people who simply don’t understand what they are seeing and tasting… the body and soul, mind and divinity of Our Lord, Jesus Christ.

If you’re like me and have a lot of friends and family who have passed away, and a lot who live far away and who you simply can’t be with physically, this doctrine is of so much comfort and such a source for rejoicing.

Like a great Tree of Life the branches, representing the Church Triumphant, spread throughout the heavens, praising God and shaking things up for us here below in our necessity, uniting heaven and earth. The trunk (Church Militant), stable and sturdy, healthy, ever growing and building, depends on the connection of the roots (Church Suffering– buried but ever active!) with the rich earth (God) from whom all nourishment comes. The trunk is tall and straight because of the wind in it’s branches, the hope in it’s brightly colored leaves, each different from the next but all similar in their shape, function, and beauty and because of the depth of the roots and their constant presence. We all matter. We all have a place, and a part. We all came from somewhere, and are going somewhere. We’re all connected. We all matter, and no one is simply “gone.” God made the tree, nourishes us in the earth, the air, the wind, the water….. He is in the heavens, and with us in the roots and soil.

Today, Catholics will sing Ye Watchers and Ye Holy Ones….. reminded of the Communion of Saints. Tomorrow, Catholics will hear mass in a cemetery, reminded of their duty towards the Holy Souls in Purgatory, as much a part of the mystical body as any living person.

The reflections which naturally arise from the observation of these days are dark and triumphant, difficult and beautiful, mysterious and wonderful…..amazing.
As someone involved with the paranormal community, these two days are the most important ways to communicate to non-catholics, and especially people who have been affected by supernatural experiences with the dead (“last phone calls,” “last visits,” “sightings” etc) that these things have a very real purpose, that there are people who need us still and that we can not forget them, that for the dead in Christ, death is only the beginning!

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
- 1 Corinthians 15:55

Today, I thank God for the Saints in heaven, especially my close friends Mary, Joseph, Elijah, Mary Magdalen, St Josemaria, and Blessed Mariam, the Little Arab.

Tomorrow, I remember especially in my prayers all my relatives who have died, especially my Grandpère, who died in the month of November and who I miss very much. I remember also all of my friends who died back home, at least one a year since the year I turned twelve, of various tragedies ranging from car accidents to drug overdoses to suicides and freak illnesses. Death is no stranger to me– but it has lost it’s sting. Alleluia!
I remember also all of your friends and family, and most especially those sweet babies so many of my friends have lost in childbirth or through miscarriage. They are with us! Alleluia!

Eternal rest grant them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. Amen!

*note to non-Catholic readers: the Roman Catholic Church teaches the existence of hell. The fact that I didn’t discuss hell in this blog is NOT indicative of the doctrine of universal salvation within Catholic teaching. I wanted here to focus on the things we celebrate and observe these two days… our cause for rejoicing. There is, of course, a time to weep. We’ll talk about that another day.

You got my attention today, Lord.

Standing in my pew after communion, swaying gently just to keep the baby calm, I looked up at you looking down at me from the Cross and felt my lips quiver and my eyes wet.
“I mean well,” I whispered. You were swirling around inside me, dancing in my blood stream, moving with my heart…. “It’s not enough,” You said.

It’s not enough. Every excuse has a perfectly good reason for being. They stand, ready to attack, like little soldiers my son leaves lined up on the front porch, waging an imaginary war.

I didn’t have enough time.
It’s too much to ask of me right now.
I was tired.
The kids were too loud.
Your mom came over and it just got too late.
I had to finish last week’s story.

But today You talked to me about stewardship. In a parable you told me: use your talents. Do not bury them– do not cling to them with sweaty, white knuckled fists. Take a risk. Spend one. Make it work for You, and double it.

WHOOOOOSH! The strong Wind of the Holy Spirit burst through my bubble, knocking down those little green army men lined up so neatly, protecting me…. from what? From the pain of knowing that I had buried what was not mine out of fear? From criticism? From disbelief that I can actually accomplish what You have called me to do?

Laying dead and knocked down flat my excuses seem plastic and lifeless. All that remains is the rushing breath of God, reminding me of the oversight He had already given…. a Church to heed and a husband, too.

It’s easy to lead… not so easy to follow.

Set a guard over my mouth, O Lord. Keep watch over the door of my lips! – Psalm 141:3

In the name of the Father + and the Son + and the Holy Spirit +

Lord, let my husband be known in the gates , when he sits among the elders of the land (Prov 31:23)
Give him work that allows him to be good and do good, for a little is better with righteousness than vast revenues without justice. (prov 16:8) Blessed shall he be in the city, and blessed shall he be in the country. Blessed shall be the fruit of his body, the produce of his ground, and the increase of his herds. Blessed shall be his basket and his kneading bowl, for You, Lord, have promised to be the one to go before him, to be with him, and not forsake him– therefore let him not be afraid. (Deut 28:3-6, 31:8)
Your Word says that he must be strong and of good courage. (Joshua 1:9) Give him every place the soul of his foot shall tread, and let him not turn to the right or to the left to deviate from your law, so that he will prosper wherever he goes. (Joshua 1:7)
Lord, send your Holy Spirit to quicken his Spirit, and teach him your ways. Your raise the poor out of the dust and lift the needy out of the ash heap to set them with princes (Psalm 113:7) and so we praise You, O God! The heart of my husband trusts in You, Lord, so deliver him from evil men. Break Satan’s yoke from him and burst his bonds apart. (Nahum 1:13)
Lord, you say to the devil those same words you have reserved for the false prophet: that you are against him, that you will burn his chariots in smoke, that the sword shall devour his young lions and that the voice of his messengers will be heard no more. (Nahum 2:13)
B y the power of your Holy Spirit, God, teach me to pray for my husband and break every curse over him by the blood of Jesus, who died on the cross for our sins. Thank You, Lord! Your glory is from everlasting to everlasting, and we will never cease to sing your praise, O King of heaven!

I compiled this little guide to teaching reading the Charlotte Mason way using Mason’s work herself, plus suggestions I pulled from Ambleside and SCM, because I am interested in Charlotte Mason’s methods and I am interested in schooling, as much as possible, AS the teacher, and not as the FACILITATOR. It also helps that this costs… nothing.

What I love about Charlotte’s Methods is that she has the same goals as I do in the education of my child, and that she provides for me the methods to teach them myself. Since I’ve never taught anyone to read, I lack confidence in myself to do it. But since I love reading myself, and I know my child better than anyone else, I am convinced that I am my child’s best teacher. What remains is for me to learn the tools necessary to teach her reading– which, unlike an art or a science is an act as natural as learning to run or talk.

There are lots of programs out there we can buy to teach a child to read. Books abound. Series and sets. Homeschooling kits. But really, all you need is Charlotte’s method, a set of index cards and markers, and later, a printout of the phonics rules which you can find online if you don’t know them.
Don’t waste your money.

In our family, we are doing Petty School reading from the CLAA because we want our kids to learn to read Latin alongside French and English from the start. But if that is not your goal, this method suffices to give your child the strong start in reading s/he needs in whatever language you choose. I am using this method alongside their work in the CLAA Petty School because my children aren’t connecting to their CLAA lessons since they are very long and my children are very young. For CLAAers who are curious how we are doing it, I am cutting the lessons in half and then doing memory work for about 20 minutes with them. Then we have a big huge nature study or some sort of physical work that distracts them completely, and THEN we do some reading practice using CM methods. (moving the cards around on the floor, building vocabulary)
If you’re wondering if it works, my five year old literally asks if she can write/read with me at every opportunity. In the mornings, she refuses to watch bible shows with the kids and instead asks for reading time with me. It’s working– and it truly is delightful.

I am quite sure that the CLAA would disapprove of my “improving” on their methods using CM. However,as a parent, I can tell you this: If I tell my three year old son to make his bed, he will do it, but he won’t  like it and may grumble under his breath.
If I tell my son to come to me, I put his construction uniform and hat on, give him a  tool belt, and tell him: “Son, I’ve got some work for you. I need you to make your bed.” he will not only make his bed, but execute it with glee, pay close attention to his work, and proudly come and ask me for more work when he is done.
There is great wisdom in speaking the child’s language, I’m discovering. Neither method encourages SILLINESS, which I believe is an early demonstration of the foolishness inherent in human nature. Both encourage serious work. However, one gives the child the sensation of a heavy burden, the other gives him joy. To me, it trains him either way, but one respects his PERSONHOOD… his human dignity…. and his station and place in life.

I find that Charlotte’s insistence on being patient and persistently whetting the child’s appetite for learning but not overloading him/her is brilliant in application. So are her ideas about short lessons and attention. Most importantly, I found that her focus in the early years on habits and time spent out of doors and useful play are critical to the success of the child in his studies.

My kids LOVE school… and that’s because I alternate “drill and kill” memory work with these wonderful, playful methods which feed their interest and curiosity and character. The first word my daughter SPOKE was “Bible” because it was a word she heard and used. The first word my son spoke was “danger.” Again, a word he heard and used. The first word my daughter read and wrote perfectly was “OCEAN.” She was interested in the ocean, seahorses in particular, and couldn’t wait to read and write it. Now she finds PLEASURE in reading and writing, and not just DUTY, and that is critical to us because we want our children to be enthusiastic in their studies.
Remember that in order to teach a child to read, you must read and speak to your child in the early years as much as possible. You must also train them in good habits, which will help them with things like obedience and attention, necessary for the steps to reading.
Both the CLAA and Charlotte Mason will insist on this : slow and steady wins the race. Take your time, don’t pressure the little ones, and enjoy it together. Demand MASTERY before moving on to the next step. And be diligent to practice a little bit each day.

You can download my little guide for free here and get started. At the end, I’ve placed the poem The Violet as a suggested poem for beginning readers at the end all ready to cut up and use. Happy teaching!

They sit, lined up like little soldiers neatly against my bathroom wall, braving the humidity of so many hot showers and children’s little hands.

They are strewn haphazardly around my nightstand, filled with prayers and personality.

They line the shelves, organized by theme, title and size.

They accompany me in the kitchen while I wait for breakfast to cook, during the kids’ bathtime while I wait for ducks to fish and tugboats to kiss trains, and on cold winter days spent snuggling sick children on the couch.

I’ve spent hours immersed in their slightly acid scent, their crinkly pages, and their sharp black lines, rubbing their smooth covers between my hands.

I’ve taught from them, comforted by the thickness of their pages neatly tucked under one arm so as to allow both my hands to talk. I’ve run my fingers along their spine or traced down their spiral bindings as I’ve worked. I’ve folded their pages and run my bright yellow highlighter through their sharp black print.

I love books.

I grew up in a library… a home, yes, but a home that was a library, where books lined virtually every open wall. My father’s office was reserved for thick, leatherbound volumes of the best works from all of time. Their presence was a constant comfort, not only as an escape, but as a source of answers for the questions we had, and as a friend.

A friend? Yes…. like old friends. Because  they have been with me for so long… because I have argued with them, laughed with them, cried with them, and loved them. Because they belong to the human experience and carry human ideas. I love books.

Someone recently suggested to me that I get rid of all my books– that it would be freeing and simple. Easier. I’ve thought about this extensively.

I couldn’t do it. I can’t buy a kindle. I want to hold books in my hands. I can’t empty my bookshelves. I want to have books all around us to remind us that people and ideas are all around us. It’s a physical reminder of so many lessons that were hard to learn… that those we treat well will be with us for a long time, that those we have loved  and spent time with will always be close, that we can share ideas with others and enrich each other, that bad ideas are out there, that bad ideas can have very pretty covers…. I love books.

Yes, I realize that these and all things are passing away– but the ideas they represent, and the joy they give us while we are here, make them faithful companions on the road of life.

I have been pulling quotes from this book, Passion and Purity by Elisabeth Elliot, to a single friend today and pulling it off the shelf for the first time in a while.

For those of you who don’t know who she is, Elisabeth is the famous wife of missionary Jim Elliot who was killed in the amazon river basin by the indigenous people he was called to serve. She is a speaker and author, and to me is and always has been a seeker and finder of Truth with a capital T.

Though she is not a Catholic writer, she is a Catholic thinker as evidenced by her work. From what I understand of her personal life, her brother has converted to the Catholic faith. From what I read that she has written, she writes the truths of the Catholic faith. Because she is revered and well known by non Catholic Christians as a very holy and faithful woman, it would cause a ruckus if she were to convert. Whether or not that is her reasoning for NOT converting is honestly none of our business. All I know is that both protestants and Catholics will LOVE her books. Kind of like a female CS Lewis… exhibiting three of the four marks of the True Church: One, Holy, Catholic… and lacking the “Apostolic.”

This particular book is one I would give to any young woman, about dating and preparation for marriage, and the meaning of womanhood. It makes me want to cry just knowing how much wisdom there was in here that I doubted as a single person, and knowing how to the degree that I followed its advice, I received such a blessing in my marriage. If I knew then what I know now! My dear friend Liza gave this book to me when I was first learning what it means to allow Jesus to be Lord of ALL my life. Like most young women, I was pre-occupied with boys, and wanted nothing more than to know with certainty what my future held. Having grown up in the world, I had absolutely no sense of myself as a woman, only shreds and remnants that modern, anti-woman feminism hadn’t yet completely destroyed. I had never really considered words like “meek” and “quiet” and “modest” in relation to my personhood, and it was very hard to peel the layers of that onion. So hard in fact, that though I loved and respected Liza very much and believed in the picture of the spirit-filled life she was painting because I saw the fruit of it in her own life, I struggled to understand and apply the things she was teaching me because they were so different and so… HARD. Of course,. the other way was hard too. I wasn’t getting anywhere, and I wasn’t happy. But I wasn’t weird, either, because I was doing what everyone else was doing to some degree. Now that I had this book in my hands it was like God calling me to stand apart from everyone and watch and trust. I was afraid. But I was intregued. I went through three or four copies of this book. The first one I was given I shredded in a fit of anger. The second, I threw out.

One day, in despair and knowing that I had worn out any possible chance of success at this “love thing,” despite lots of success at finding interested men– at least for a while–I marched over to the bookstore and picked up a new copy. And I tore through it from cover to cover.

I left for the Army determined to apply every principle I had read. I came back married. God’s way works. It was a hard marriage in the beginning, and applying the things I had learned in the book helped. God’s way works. We’ve been married for a long time now, and we love each other very much. Did I mention that God’s way works?

So, what is the radical message of this book? It is simple: trust, develop a relationship with God, and wait. I will never forget the day I read these words on the page:

“My heart was saying:” Lord, take away this longing, or give me that for which I long!” The Lord was answering: “I must teach you to long for something better.”

The book is filled with little pieces of wisdom she has gleaned through her years of devotion to God, reading His Word , and personal experience.

For example, on the topic of what men actually want, she says:

Women are always tempted to be initiators. We like to get things done. We want to talk about situations and feelings, get it out into the open, deal with it. It appears to us that men often ignore and evade issues, sweep things under the rug, forget about them, get on with projects , business, pleasure, sports, eat a big steak, turn on the television, roll over, and go to sleep. Women respond to this tendency by insisting on confrontation, communication, showdown. If we can’t dragoon our men into that, we nag, we plead, we get attention by tears, silence or withholding warmth, intimacy, and attention. We have a large bag of tricks. CS Lewis’ vision of purgatory was a place where milk was always boiling over, crockery smashing, and toast burning. The lesson assigned to men was to do something about it. The lesson assigned to women was to do nothing. That would be purgatory for most of us. Women, especially when it comes to the love life, can hardly stand to do nothing.

And yet… that is what we must do! Wait, and do nothing, maintaining holy friendships with all… and trust, keeping them at arms’ length until there is a declaration of love and intent from a man. Not only is this necessary for the purity and future health of the marriage, it is a treasure for the woman to have and hold the true meaning of womanhood not only in the single or celibate life but in the married life as well.

It helps me TODAY, in my marriage, to know these truths, and when I forget them, my marriage has suffered. What do men want from women?

This list is hers, but I have seen it over and over again through the years in everything from cosmo to psych journals…. always the same.

Femininity.

Affirmation.

Encouragement.

Tenderness.

Sensitivity.

Vulnerability.

And lastly– mystery. that there is much in the inner workings of a woman’s heart that he hasn’t discovered yet.

In my own life, I have witnessed couples who have lived by these rules and seen the fruit of them. I have friends who never kissed another person until their wedding day. I have friends who remained unaffiliated and unattached until their engagement day. They have lives full of joy, even in the midst of trials and difficulties.

I have friends who have done nothing like that and claim that they are very happy with their choices. I know that I have regrets in my own choices NOT to follow her advice and that’s all I can go by.

Buy this book for your daughters, no matter what your religious background. Read it yourselves. It is a powerful testimony of the glory of womanhood fully lived, and a heart-warming relevation of the touch of the Divine Hand in the human experience. I have never read another book which so aptly captures the beautiful experience of womanhood and the sacredness of our calling.

She lies there in my arms, looking up at me, her fat little hand holding my chin, eyes searching mine with a look between contentment and delight.

I breathe in.

How can this baby– this baby who isn’t really a baby anymore, be two already?

So many events race through my mind like a filmstrip come unreeled…. pregnant belly, sushi cravings, arguments over who did the dishes last, first kicks…… hands squeezed tight at the signs of first contractions, the serene agony of labor, the bliss of nursing her for the first time.

It all flashes through me as I hold her, wondering where time goes.

I see the look of horror that must have crossed my face when the nurses announced that I couldn’t bring her home. Long nights sitting alone in various hospital waiting rooms. Elation when we proudly wrapped her up in her car seat and heard the gratifying “click” that we knew meant we were on our way home.

I see first crawls, and first steps, and loooooong nights spent rocking her as she teethed or dealt with fevers from her illness.

I see hospital stays and late night trips to the ER. I see surgeries and medications. I see her first fall, blood spilling from her nose. I see her first hug back, tiny arms squeezing my neck so tight.

I see her first smiles, first coos. First words and successes…. the first time she shook her head “no” at me, and the first time she proudly came running when I called her.

I see her sitting in my arms on the plane ride home from France, looking at me for reassurance when the roar of the engines startled her. I see her sandwhiched in a hug between her brothers and sisters, giggling with glee. I see her dancing and singing “ching ching ching!” as she sword fights with her older brother.

The day her soup made it from the bowl to her spoon to her mouth successfully. The day her toothbrush stopped being a chew toy. The day she learned to turn the sink on by herself…

I breathe out.

Tears splash on her cheeks, spilling from my eyes like tender shoots. She’s my baby.

And now she’s my big girl…. getting bigger every day.

How can two years go by so fast? How can so much happen in two short years?

Looking at her perfectly formed features I am wonder and awe. Breathless before His perfect creation I close my eyes and bow my head in thankfulness. Perfect in her weakness. Perfect in my weakness. Perfect for me. Perfect for us.

I remember the things people said to us when they found out we were having her.

Wow, that’s crazy. You already have your hands full!

You know how that happens, right?

How are you going to do it? You can’t.

That’s irresponsible. You guys need to be done now.

And yet… here she is!

Sighing happily, she snuggles deeper into the crook of my arm, rubbing my elbow with her tiny fingers and sucking her thumb. This is life. Life is a gift. She is a gift.

Thank you, Lord…. I feel your presence wrapped around us both. You are here, guiding us…. one day at a time.

Words from the Holy Father for us today:

I think this applies especially well to us mothers: Our three-pronged mission is so clear:

“You are witnesses” (Lk 24:48)

Every time we walk down the street and hear someone say to us: “I don’t know how you do it. I couldn’t.” or “Wow, you have your hands full!” We are witnesses. Large families are witnesses of faith. Well-behaved, orderly, peaceful, joyful families are witnesses. Every time we decline a coffee date or a day at the pre-school or daycare for our children. We are witnesses. Every time we refuse to badmouth our husbands, every time we smile when we should scream….. we are witnesses.

“Make disciples of all nations” (Mt 28:19)

We are in the business of disciple-making. We have no greater disciples than those who come under our spiritual, material, and physical care at infancy. We have their full attention.

“Preach the Gospel to the whole creation” (Mk 16:15)

One could almost say that history comes to the aid of the Church here through the various periods of secularization, which have contributed significantly to her purification and inner reform.

Secularizing trends – whether by expropriation of Church goods, or elimination of privileges or the like – have always meant a profound liberation of the Church from forms of worldliness, for in the process she has set aside her worldly wealth and has once again completely embraced her worldly poverty.

In this the Church has shared the destiny of the tribe of Levi, which according to the Old Testament account was the only tribe in Israel with no ancestral land of its own, taking as its portion only God himself, his word and his signs. At those moments in history, the Church shared with that tribe the demands of a poverty that was open to the world, in order to be released from her material ties: and in this way her missionary activity regained credibility.

History has shown that, when the Church becomes less worldly, her missionary witness shines more brightly. Once liberated from her material and political burdens, the Church can reach out more effectively and in a truly Christian way to the whole world, she can be truly open to the world. She can live more freely her vocation to the ministry of divine worship and service of neighbour.

In other words, it is when it is most difficult to live in a manner that is “set-apart”– when we feel most “different” and “alone” that we can make the largest impact and have the greatest effect. Remember that the path to glory comes necessarily through the path to the Cross.

Mothers, it is almost— ALMOST — impossible to be a Christian mother today. We are hemmed in on all sides, surrounded. Rejoice! It is a period of great grace and great growth in the body of Christ. Pray for each other. He is with us.