An Interview with Joseph

What’s your name:  (with a look like “really, Mom?”) “Joseph”

How old are you?  “Ummmm, 3.”  (He’s so ready to say 4, but still has a month to go!)

What’s your favorite color?  “That’s easy, it’s red.”

What’s your favorite book?  “Ten Little Fingers and Ten Little Toes” (by Mem Fox)

What’s your favorite thing to do?  “Work on my laptop.”  Hmm, I’m surprised that’s what you chose.  It seems like there are so many other things that you love to do.  What about going outside?  Isn’t that your favorite thing to do?  “No, that’s my favorite part of the day.”  Ohhhh.

So, what’s your favorite part of the day?  (with an “are you serious?” look)  “Going outside.”

What’s your favorite thing to eat?  “Vegetables.”  Really?  What kind of vegetables are your favorite?  “Peas and carrots.  Mmmm.”

What’s your favorite fruit?  “Well, my favorite color is red, BUT my favorite fruit is blueberries.”

What’s your favorite sport?  “Football because I’m a football player.”  

Where’s your favorite place to go?  “The Aquarium.  I love to see the fish.”

Who’s your best friend?  “Oh, William, of course.”

What do you want to be when you grow up?  “A knight.”

Do you have any goals?  Anything you’d like to accomplish soon?  “Oh, yes.  I’d like to learn to really throw a ball and I’d like to go pick some flowers.  Oh and I plan to grow a rock garden.”  A rock garden?  “Yes, a rock garden.  You see I already planted a rock over there in that bucket of water.  I better go check on it and see if it’s grown at all.”  (runs over to the bucket and pulls out the rock) “Yes, I think it’s growing a little.”  (hmm, maybe we need a science lesson on living vs nonliving things?)

Is there anything you’d like to add to this interview?  Any little detail about yourself that you want to always remember about being 3 years old?  “Yes.  I’d like to say that I really like to play with William.  Now I’ve got to go watch my rock grow.”

Daybook

Outside my window…it’s breezy and sunny.  It’s also incredibly hot.  It’s only April and today the temperature is expected to be 95.   

I am reflecting…on a thought my doctor said to me today.  “We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.  We are spiritual beings having a human experience.”  Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

I am thankful for…an Easter that was filled with life and joy.

 From the learning rooms…we’re just plugging through the remainder of our Sonlight plans, working on RightStart Math, and continuing with our phonics lessons. 

From the kitchen…Easter Sunday leftovers.  Nothing like the traditional Easter meal…ham, green bean casserole and sweet potatoes.  I ate so much of those green beans last night that I was sure I was going to burst.  And can you believe it?  My picky little eater loved the ham.   

I am wearing…jean shorts and a t-shirt. 

I am creating…a list.  There is always a list in progress.  One that shows what needs to be done.  It’s my thoughts, organized on paper, ready to be crossed off.  I always, always make a list.  Sometimes I actually remember to look at the list.   

I am still smiling…as I remember listening to Joseph and William play last week.  I could tell Joseph was getting very frustrated with William and suddenly I heard him exclaim, “Lord, give me patience!” 

I am reading….Parenting with Grace by Gregory Popcak. 

I am hearing…William shouting, “Get me Daddy!” and Joseph calling, “Find me Daddy!”  And I am wondering how little boys thrive without a daddy around to chase them and I am thankful that Daxson is here for that.   Day after day.  I am blessed to have a husband who does not have to travel for his job. 

Around the house…there are always things to be done.  Diapers need to be washed; laundry needs to be done; the floors could use a good sweeping.  And here I am.  Sitting outside while the kids play happily.  All those things inside can wait.  Trust me, they’ll still be there when we are done playing.

One of my favorite things…watching Joseph’s eyes get big when he feels the baby inside me kick.

Good Friday

I am at home today.  I am not at Church.  I am not participating in the Good Friday solemn liturgy or the Stations of the Cross.  I am home.  I am tending to two little energetic boys while trying to keep my feet up and the pressure off of my sciatic nerve.  I am sad that I cannot be there but I am grateful just that I am here.  Here.  Here.  Here.  I am here because Jesus died for me and for my sins.  Not only am I here, but hopefully someday I will be there.  There.  There.  There.  In the Kingdom of Heaven and all because of the sacrifice that God’s only Son made for me.  For my sins.  How can I possibly let this day pass without showing how incredibly grateful I am?  How can I possibly not spend this day sharing tradition and faith with my precious little ones so that they, too, become aware of the awesome sacrifice that Jesus made for us?  I can’t.  And so we are carrying on the best way we can in our little domestic church, listening to the Divine Mercy Chaplet (over and over again), praying the Stations in our own way, reenacting the events of Holy Week with felt, all while reflecting on the power of love and sacrifice, hoping that in these little acts, we are showing Jesus how incredibly grateful we truly are.

{this moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

Happy Birthday William

Well, my little one, you just recently turned 2!  You are a running, jabbering, busy little two year old.  I look at you, so full of energy, so full of spunk, so full of life and I am happy.  Happy that you are here and growing and loving life as only a two year old can do.  I love you, my littlest one.  Happy, happy birthday!

Daybook

Outside my window…it’s breezy and beautiful.  We headed out here as soon as we could.  We’re making up for lost time.  Yesterday we came outside to run off some energy and were swarmed by bees.  Perhaps a neighbor hit a nest when mowing the lawn.  Regardless, we ended up inside ALL day.  Two little boys, lots of energy, no naps.  It was a long day.  A very long day.   Today there is not a bee in sight.  The temperature is just right.  The sun is out.  All is right with our world again.

I am thinking…about grace.  It’s what gets me through each day.  I can’t imagine being a mommy without the gift of grace. 

I am thankful for…a few moments to reflect on this busy life. 

From the learning rooms…today we’ve moved the schoolroom…yep, you guessed it…outside.  We’re doing our Draw Write Now lesson with sidewalk chalk on the driveway.  We’re reading, reading, reading (that’s the great thing about books…they’re incredibly portable!).  Later today when we head inside, we’ll continue with our RightStart Math.

 

From the kitchen…homemade coconut ice cream.  We made the batter yesterday so today we’ll make it into ice cream.  It’s meant to be our dessert for Easter Sunday but I have a feeling we might need to sample it a little later today. 

I am wearing…jean shorts and a pink t-shirt.  With this baby belly, I think perhaps I look a little like an Easter egg.

I am creating…next year’s curriculum.  Adding to it.  Looking at it.  Reflecting on it.  Thinking that perhaps I need to take a little from it.  After all, there are only so many hours in a day.   

I am still smiling…when I think about the other afternoon.  We built a fort and the two of the them played inside it for what seemed like hours.  Joseph read book after book after book to William and when they were tired of that, the two of them decided to bring some play food in with them and fix one another snacks.  It was so nice to hear them playing together nicely.  No squabbling.  No arguing.  No teasing.  Perhaps there’s a chance for a friendship between them yet. 

I am still readingOne Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp, constantly reflecting on the gifts in my life. 

I am hearing…William ask, “Please kiss it Mommy” as he just bumped his knee and Joseph calling to William to join him for a pretend picnic (they’re pretending to be on their way to Austin and they’ve stopped to have lunch). 

Around the house…I’ve caught up on the laundry.  Today that feels like enough.

One of my favorite things…watching Joseph and William play.  Those little minds are always working.

Here is a picture I thought worth sharing…

{this moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

Passing on the faith

Somewhere in the world, there is an ever faithful mom.  One who gets up early every morning, dresses in the dark and quietly reads the Bible to herself before anyone else is awake.  She then wakes her children before the sun comes up, fixes them a healthy breakfast, and takes them all to daily mass.  Somewhere else, another mother wakes up beside her children and snuggling them close, she makes a morning offering, dedicating her day, her chores, her life to Jesus.  She pauses, allowing the children to participate with their own heartfelt prayer requests.  Elsewhere, a family gathers around their table ready to dig into breakfast, when Daddy clears his throat and asks them all to bow their heads in prayer and thanksgiving for such a bountiful meal. Somewhere, tonight, a family will gather around the foot of their family altar and taking turns, they will pray the rosary.  Throughout the day, throughout the world, today, moms and dads will read stories about saints; spontaneously pray with their children; sing songs; live by example; tell stories from the Bible.   Each family, in their own way, is doing what we, as parents, are called to do.  They are passing on the faith.  They are building the most important foundation they can, preparing their children for the ultimate goal in life…Heaven. 

Why do we pass on the faith?  The goal is not sainthood (although, yes, that would be a remarkable and profound gift); the goal is not perfection; the goal certainly is not to be a walking theologian, spouting Church doctrine.  The goal is simple (although I’m not implying easy):  It is to get our children to Heaven.  That is our calling as parents.  That is how we serve the Lord. 

So how do we pass on the faith?  Oh, if only it were so easy that I could just tell you.  But wait, it is that easy.  Because faith is not meant to be complicated.  It is not meant to need a degree in theology to understand.  Faith is simple.  It is humble.  It is childlike.  “Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.  Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”  Matthew 18:3-4

St. Therese of Lisieux is a beautiful example to follow when we attempt to pass along our faith.  She believed in the “Little Way”, a way of simplicity; a way of loving the Lord in all the small things she did each day.  Following St. Therese’s example of her “little way” is the key to passing the faith along.  Passing along the faith cannot be done simply by attending daily mass, teaching Church doctrine, or studying the lives of saints (although all of these are worthwhile endeavors).  It is more important to ask yourself the following:  Do your children see you praying?  Do they see you struggling with sin (like short tempers and angry outbursts) but then see you asking forgiveness and begging for mercy (not just from the Lord but from the person on the receiving end of an angry outburst…even a 2 year old sees regret in our eyes and hears the plea for forgiveness)?  Do they see us trying harder each day?  Do they see us reading the Bible and reading about the lives of the saints?  Do they see us expressing gratitude for the many, many blessings in our lives?  Do they see us living the faith?  Because that’s how we pass on the faith.  By living it.   

So everybody has their own method.  Their own “little way” to pass the faith along.  There is no wrong way.  And there certainly is no right way.  No way that is holier than others.  Some attend daily mass; some pray a daily rosary; some read Bible stories at breakfast; some celebrate feast days; some simply pray.  Some moms have it all together.  Some don’t.  Some do it gracefully.  Some don’t.  It doesn’t matter how it looks to the rest of the world.  What matters is what’s in your heart because children see that.  They feel it in their little beings.  They know when you are earnest and humble.  And they imitate that.  So do it with a pure heart and the best of intentions.  Do it your own “little way”, this grand task of passing on the faith.  That’s what’s important…that you do it.  So live it, breathe it…you’ll be passing that beautiful gift of faith right along…and your children will be one step closer to the gates of Heaven.

Daybook

Outside my window…the clouds are dark and look heavy with rain.  So far, though, we haven’t seen a drop.

I am thinking…raising children is not an easy task.

I am thankful for…a very helpful little 3 year old. 

From the learning rooms…Joseph loves to practice adding and subtracting.  Here he is last week acting out some addition/subtraction stories with his teddy bear counters.

 

From the kitchen…lasagna.  We are still on a dairy free diet for the most part, but every now and then, we like to indulge.  I knew lasagna was a good choice when I asked Joseph if he wanted to help make it and he asked, “What is lasagna?”  Sometimes I forget that we’ve been dairy free for so long that Joseph has forgotten some of the traditional cheesey dishes! 

I am wearing…dark brown pants and a striped t-shirt.  I don’t match but at least my belly is covered! 

I am creating…a list of all the things that I’d like to get done before the new baby arrives…and thinking that the majority of it will probably never be done.

I am still smiling…as I remember how Joseph was giving William manners lessons last week.  Every time I turned around, there was Joseph reminding William to use nice words like “please” and “thank you.”  Now if only Joseph would remember that actions speak louder than words and perhaps he should practice what he preaches (although that seems to be a hard lesson for each of us)!  (I will say, though, that Joseph’s lessons seem to be very effective as I’ve heard William use the word “please” each and every time he’s asked for something.)  

I am readingOne Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp, and already I am inspired.

I am hearing…Joseph, as he sounds out the word curious. 

Around the house…I hung some pictures today and consider that a huge accomplishment, since they’ve been sitting there waiting to be hung for a very long time.

One of my favorite things…Sundays. 

I am offering up…the aches and pains of pregnancy for the health of a beautiful new baby.

Here is a picture I thought worth sharing:

{this moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.