Being a Christian at Christmas

I grew up never believing in Santa and I assumed I wouldn't start with my kids. I was wrong. My third child was bound and determined that Santa existed and I must admit it was a little fun to feed his imagination. So we have continued the tradition and I'm perfectly fine with it.

Yes, I know some people think that you shouldn't because it's "lying to your kid" or "giving them the wrong impression of what Christmas is all about." But I think if either of those reactions is the result of believing in Santa when they are small then I am not doing my job as a parent the rest of the year.

I know not every Christian parent is like me but I make it my job year-round to be sure that my kids understand that I am there for them and will tell them the truth. In fact, I guess some would say I take it to extremes because I choose to spend 15 hours a day with them (whether they like it or not) and we talk a LOT. I also live in a way that I'm confident that my kids know how I feel about Jesus and his birth. The saying goes "actions are louder than words" and it is true when it comes to children. Seriously, they are watching and learn from you all year. So far I have not seen that this one little Christmas tradition has ruined the foundation I have laid the 9 other months of a year. I think we have to be careful when we decide something for our families that we don't project our own baggage onto others. I do not think believing i
n Santa is wrong if the biblical foundation is there and let's face it Santa is a fleeting belief. By the time my kids are about 8-9 they are realizing that the idea of Santa is far-fetched. So while I did not set out to teach my kids about Santa, it has happened. I don't need or want a lecture about it. I want you to trust that I have my children's best interests, both spiritually and physically, at heart and to be honest Santa can be a tool for communication about other things if you are crafty and think outside the box. 

Being "Weird" at Halloween

A lot of my choices are not conventional you can look at my story and see that, but when October 31st rolls around it seems to become glaringly obvious to everyone, not just my readers, that this is the case. Honestly, I have never had a person ask me why I don't let my kids celebrate Halloween and I am not sure why. Perhaps everyone thinks they know, the lady at the cash register certainly thought she did when she quizzed my daughter about her costume. But the truth is, we don't celebrate because I cannot rationalize it. Trust me I know that it's about intentions and most (all) of the children walking the streets asking for candy do not intend to be worshiping anything...except that future sugar-high...but the history of the day still remains and I cannot get past it. I think the conversation I had with my 7-year-old sums up my feelings on the day perfectly.

S- Mom, I wish did could celebrate Halloween and get all that candy.
Me- I know. Why don't we celebrate Halloween?
S- Because it was once a holiday set aside to worship someone other than the one true God.
Me- Yup, I'm sorry you are sad about the candy.
S- *sigh* I just wish there was a holiday that we could celebrate God and eat a lot of candy.

So what it truly boils down to with me is that I cannot bring myself to celebrate a holiday that was once used (and in all honesty is still for some) to worship the enemy of the God I believe to be true. Am I being an overly cautious parent? No, I don't think I am. Am I trying to take away my children's fun, absolutely not! But I am trying to teach them that because I believe so deeply in something that I am willing to make sacrifices for it.
 I do not write this to try to "sell" my idea about Halloween or give the impression that everyone should believe as I do. I am simply explaining what my intentions are for not allowing my children to participate and hopefully inspire someone to put some thought and research into his or her own intentions for celebrating.

Being Surprised!

Over the past couple months, we have had a huge surprise in our family. One we weren't prepared for, but a happy gift none the less. We found out that our family is growing again. If I were more chemically unstable then when I saw those two blue lines you would have had to pick me up off the bathroom floor, instead, I just stood there in shock considering what this was going to make 2018 look like for us. I'm not going to lie it was kind of fun sharing a surprise so far out of left field that no one even suspected it, but it does still change things some. For example, I thought I was going to walk in my commencement ceremony in May and that I would start looking for a part-time job to use my education not that I would be organizing a nursery and writing a birth plan again. This is one of those times when I just think "Okay God, what's the plan now?" At the moment my best guess is that God wants me to take a beat and just be a mom for a year and then regroup. I guess we'll see what doors are opened because of this very big and beautiful surprise.

Being an Educator

It's here, back to school time, and it has me thinking.
I have been in the homeschooling realm of schooling for the past 28 years with a short 7-year span in the middle when I had children too small to officially homeschool. So I feel fairly confident in saying that I have a good grasp on the educational system, at least in my state.
I want to clear up some of the misconceptions (as always these are my views and opinions so do not hold every homeschooling family to them).

Misconception number 1: Yes, I am a homeschooler and no I do not hate the public school system.

I have a lot of reasons for homeschooling my children and I know others have reasons for utilizing the public school system or a private school of their choosing. Let's stop the debate over what is best. We're all just parents trying to do what we can to educate our children to the best of our abilities. I won't judge you for sending your kids to school so please don't judge me for keeping mine home.

Misconception number 2: We wear our pajamas all day.

To my children's demise, this is seldom the case. It is not so much that they don't want to or I don't want to let them, it's that we are busy. You see all those extracurricular subjects you get at school (music, gym, art, etc.) we have to take lessons or meet up with others for them and since the only people who seem to think PJ's double as regular clothes are college students we must get dressed every day.

Misconception number 3: Homeschooling causes children to be unsocialized.

This one is tricky because it is hard to prove and because each family is so different. The level of socialization depends strongly on the parents' preferences, family involvement with outside activities, family size and a number of other constructs. To help with the socializing of our children (and ourselves) we put our kids in a lot of sports and clubs. I do not think this is completely necessary it is just what our family does. We love people and we want our kids to love them too so that they have a heart to share the gospel with them. I think socialization is an issue that stems from the heart. Where you're heart is will be where you spend your time. So yes, some homeschooled kids are standoffish (I'm not going to lie), but some are not and I think you can find those 2 types of kids in any type of school setting.

Misconception number 4: Homeschooling is too hard for me to even consider.

Well, I am here to tell you that it is not really if you know where to look. There is some incredible curriculum out there that lays out exactly what you need to know. I do not have a degree in education, but I have crazy, self-taught, research skills that mean I am constantly educating myself on what is out there to give my children a well-rounded education that will allow them to hopefully enter college seamlessly someday. You can do that too, honest. Plus, here's a little secret, most other homeschooling parents love to talk about it and give recommendations. So, if you're willing to research and receive recommendations you'll be in fine shape.

Misconception number 5: Homeschooled children do not receive the education they need to thrive in the real world when they are adults.

I must admit, this misconception upsets me. Homeschooling my children is a full-time job for me, literally! I spend a lot of time working to make sure my children keep up with their studies and have a full education. One major difference with homeschooling is that my classrooms are so small I can cater my children's education to their strengths and weaknesses. I test my children every year for this particular reason. If I see that they are struggling in a subject we work harder to try to fully understand it in the future. Unfortunately, that is not so easy to do in public school because of the sheer number of children. Personalized education is my jam so please don't diminish my efforts.

Being a Sports Family

We spend most of our evenings on bleachers or lawn chairs. 

As I sit there I can't help but notice that many times my kids are the only homeschoolers there.

I know homeschool parents have different reasons for the things they do and we do not all share the same view on many things. But it saddens me that they are not taking the opportunities that their kids have to learn how to work as a team.
I think in terms of a team in almost every situation in life. I think of my doctor as a teammate and my pastor, my husband and even my children as part of my team. We're all in this crazy game together and I want my kids to be able to move around in these circles supporting and encouraging others. I don't think competition is bad for kids. I think we need to encourage it to an extent so they are able to develop a drive to complete tasks as adults. I also know that winning and losing teaches very valuable lessons. Winning can teach both humility and pride and, maybe even more importantly, losing teaches how to handle disappointment and how to learn from mistakes. However, I am also a firm believer that while sports teach these things there is only a limited amount of time before it is time to move on and live a life that most likely will not involve soccer or softball. I want to help my kids navigate that time as well by giving them a perspective that sports are not EVERYTHING in life.
I don't want the sports my children are in to define who they are, but I am okay with them loving a game and teammates and coaches. I want the sports we play to have a purpose and so far I am happy with the ones that we have chosen to participate in.

Being Compassionate

One of attributes I hope to instill in my children is a love for others.
I want them to love people who look like them and people who do not. I want them to put aside their comfort and try to see life from someone else's worldview. Don't get me wrong I want them to have their own worldview and be proud of it, but I don't want it to blind them to the fact that other people go through different things then them and that it shapes their lives. I want them to know that differences that are made out to be big are small and Jesus loves more than the middle-aged white guys.

When I entered college God started working in my heart by pointing out how limited I was in really understanding other cultures. I knew this about myself and I wanted more for my children. When we made the move to a new church with a lot of different cultures I was hoping I would see their worldview expand a little. So far it seems to be working. They now have lovely faces to go with words like immigrant and black and they see the love and sheer determination for survival come of our people have gone through and they love them for it.

There is so much nasty racism in the world and to see my 14-year old pick up on it and be appalled has been a  blessing. I want to foster in my children an attitude of compassion for all of mankind and broadening their worldview is what I feel I need to do to accomplish that goal. I am hoping to do more of that in the future by taking them to other countries. I want them to see the world so they can love the people in it better.

Being Halfway Through 2016

If you go back to the beginning of the year you'll find a post where I chose to not have any expectations for the year. 

I feel I have stuck to that, but I know I am on the cusp of some new things and I can't help but be introspective about my life up until now. 

I will only be a part of my MOPS group for another 2 weeks and it makes me a little sad to walk away from the ladies I have spent so much time, energy, and love on. I know it's time and I know it will free up my time to pursue new avenues that I did not have time to investigate before. In short, change is just hard sometimes. 

I remember one time over the winter when I went to our old church to do something when no one was there and I knew that my time spent there was going to be limited for awhile and then peter out completely. I stood there and just looked at the empty building where there was numerous classrooms that I had dedicated myself to working in for a long time. I knew it was the end of a chapter in my life and I didn't know what I would do without it. 

It turns out the transition to the new chapter has been good, with a few hiccups. I have seen how adaptive my family can be and how they are able to easily make new friends, which is a relief. 

However, in someways I feel like I am floundering a little, but not in a bad way more of a "God what now?" kind of way. I sort of find it odd that God has moved us yet left us right here too. I think that is probably the most confusing part of it. I feel like I have told God that I am willing to obey in big changes yet it's the lack of small changes that I cannot understand. I cannot for the life of me figure out how to navigate this huge commute to church stuff. I just can't grasp how I translate that into encouraging people from our area to join us. Perhaps that's the core of the problem, I am too worried about providing a church experience for people when all I really need to do is tell them about God. I think of two teenage boys who used to live a couple doors down from us and spent pretty much everyday one summer in my backyard. I recently ran into them and they were excited to tell me that they were going to a birthday party at our old church. I didn't tell them that I had moved on because I know they wouldn't understand. But I couldn't help but think to myself, "all that ground work and I am not even going to see how it turns out." I guess I am still working through some bitterness too. Mostly just the bitterness that we couldn't find a way to fit in. I saw clearly that we would never be able to reach our "full potential" there, but it doesn't change the fact that I wish we could have. Do not get me wrong, I LOVE where we are right now. Its mostly just navigating all our old friendships. No one really understands why we had to make the decision we did to walk away. We've explained it a number of times, but its hard to explain without feeling like we are slinging mud. We don't want to be mean about it, but it seems like everyone else has no problem laying on the guilt trips, so we're caught in this weird catch 22. I guess life is just like that and I will, as always, stand by silently and watch it go by.