Friday, November 26, 2010

Preparing to Wait

This year, we will be celebrating our first Advent and Christmas in our new house.  Typically, Advent sneaks up on me as I am digesting the remnants of Thanksgiving dinner in a pumpkin-pie induced haze.  This year, I wanted to be ready.  Since I am now working outside of the home, I knew I needed to be "on the ball"--no procrastinating or leaving anything to the last minute (except those darned Advent candles--I am always running around the first week Sunday of Advent looking for purple and pink candles--or even white candles to which I can attach purple and pink ribbons--sadly, it looks like this year will be no different as far as the candles are concerned). BUT,  I am happy to say that I have already purchased some gifts on-line and begun reading Destination:Bethlehem to the kids.
I can't wait to start reading our Advent/Christmas books!  I ordered several to add to our collection and as gifts.  My husband's goddaughter is recently married and we have decided to purchase Christmas picture books for her each year to create a collection for her and her future family.  She's a schoolteacher and liked the idea.
One of my favorite books, which I purchased as gifts this year is by Eve Bunting, called "December."
It is a visually beautiful book about a homeless mother and her son who entertain an angel disguised as an elderly homeless woman.  My favorite line is what the elderly woman says as the mother invites her to stay with them in their cardboard box for the night. "It's warm in here.  It's warm with love."  Beautiful story.


Here are some of our other favorites, old and new:
The Miracle of Saint Nicholas
The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey
The Christmas Tapestry
The Donkey's Dream
and anything by Tomie DePaola:
     The Legend of the Poinsettia
     Old Befana
     The Lady of Guadalupe (Dec. 12--dont' miss it!)
     Merry Christmas, Strega Nona
     The Night of Las Posadas
     The Three Wise Men


Advent, the season of waiting, builds a sense of wonder and anticipation which culminates with the birth of Our Savior on Christmas Day.  It is good to thoughtfully and deliberately plan...to wait.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Holiday Happenings

Mmmmmmm....
The aroma of onions boiling fills the house, stinging my eyes.  Oh how hubby and I love our traditional Creamed Onions.  This scent more than any other heralds Thanksgiving morning for me.  I remember when I was little waking on Thanksgiving morning to this very same aroma, as my mother boiled onions for stuffing, not Creamed Onions.  The latter recipe is a tradition of hubby's family, and has fallen to us to make each year. 

BTW, hubby has no problem peeling all the onions.  He sheds nary a tear; where I can only peel 2 or 3 before my eyes become unbearably irritated and flooded with tears.  I attribute it to the fact that he wears contacts which protect his eyes from the "fumes;" my oldest daughter can also peel onions with ease and she wears contacts.  Has anyone else had this experience?  Hubby just says it's because he is so tough :\  Regardless, I am glad that my wimpy eyes and I get out of that job every year. 


We did our pie baking yesterday.  My favorite helpers were eager to help create luscious banana cream and raspberry ganache pies. We made two of each--one to take and one to keep:)

I heard a comment at a soccer game (indoor) last night that ummm, bothered me.  A 20-something girl (who apparently works as a teacher/student teacher/para in a Kindergarten class and had some thoughts about Kindergarten education with which I vehemently disagreed--but that is a different post) was talking to a 20-something man about today's holiday.  He arrogantly proclaimed that he doesn't celebrate this "disgusting" holiday.  He claimed it is celebrating our conquering and killing the Native Americans and he refuses to participate.  Although the young lady pointed out that this happened well-before any Indian killing happened and we were at peace with them at that First Thanksgiving, he continued to arrogantly proclaim this celebration "disgusting."  Poor, ignorant boy. 

While there are many things in our country's past that are not cause for celebration (slavery, the way we treated the Indians, even the religious intolerance practiced by the Puritans--the very people who came to this country to escape religious persecution! and errr, our current administration) we celebrate today because we are thankful that some of those Puritans survived that first horrendous winter, that our country, despite its pockmarks, has grown and flourished and is a place where personal liberty and human rights prevail.  We celebrate today to thank God for his mercy, his love and his goodness to us.  We celebrate the opportunity to live and work in this greatest country on Earth; and as we celebrate, we take this opportunity to pray for those less fortunate, who will not have turkey and stuffing or pies, who will not have a warm home or bed to sleep in, or who will spend this day alone.  We will pray and remember them, and if our faith is a living faith we will devote our time, treasure and talent to helping those less fortunate.  This is the message of Thanksgiving.  This is why we celebrate.  Today, I will pray that the poor young man at the soccer game will one day come to know this.
A Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving to all!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Myth Limericks

Tomorrow, we have First Friday Mass followed by Declamationes, a whole-school assembly, where each class presents something they have learned and prepared.  My class has been studying Greek myths.  Myths, myths,and more myths.  We have summarized, narrated, illustrated, studied and created beautiful artwork based on myths.  I tried to think of something unique and fun to do to wrap up the myth project.  Don't ask me why, but 'limericks' popped into my head.  Marrying the classical with the *earthy*?? 
Well, we gave it a try, and boy, and I glad we did!  The students did a great job!  Here is a sampling of their work:

Apollo and Daphne
There once was a nymph named Daphne,
Apollo would not let her be.
She turned him away,
He continued to stay,
So, her dad turned her into a tree.

Perseus and Medusa
Medusa was an ugly beast,
and every night she had a feast,
But Perseus came,
She was finally slain,
And then her cruel reign had to cease.

Midas and the Golden Touch
Midas had a crush on gold so pure,
He met a man with a smile so sure.
He got the Golden Touch,
Because he loved gold so much,
Losing his daughter was the cure.

Perseus and Medusa
Medusa was a freaky gorgon
Who lived on a gloomy mountain.
She had snaky curls,
And ate up little girls,
Until Perseus met her head-on.


Pandora
Pandora was a very big fool,
Who broke an important rule.
She opened a box,
The size of an ox,
And unleashed troubles, so cruel.

Aren't they inventive and creative?  I think my students did a great job. 
Now, they need to recite them before the whole school...piece of cake...right?

Friday, October 22, 2010

Homeschool vs. "Real" School

Well, since I have been an "insider" for a little over a month now, I would like to share what I have noticed, so far, as the differences or pro's and con's of homeschooling vs. regular schooling.  In this case, the regular school is a "private, classical academy teaching in the Catholic tradition." I expect that this is going to be a recurring topic as the school year progresses.  I will tag these posts alike to make them easier to find.

* First of all, I truly dreaded the morning craziness.  I even dreamed about it for weeks before school started; it was exhausting!  Now, I appreciate that it is much easier to keep to an externally enforced schedule than it is to be self-directed.  I HAVE to be at school by 8:15am.  Period.  And I am.  I was NEVER able to keep to an 8:30 start time for homeschooling.  I allowed too many distractions to pull me out of my routine.

* There is so (SO!) much wasted time in a school setting.  I noticed it quickly and find it really annoying.  Getting the class to settle down, getting everyone to open the SAME BOOK (yes, I am serious), then making sure everyone is on the same page, problem, word, etc., takes a long time.  I cannot even tell you how often I repeat things like page numbers and problem numbers.  Then, once I get everyone in the same place, I have to repeat what I have just taught because someone doesn't understand.  The not understanding part doesn't bother me.  I am there to teach, so I am glad to go back and make sure everyone "gets" the concept.  It's when I am asked to repeat because someone was talking and not listening that gets my goat.  I refuse to repeat myself for those reasons. The amount of wasted time was a shock to me.  I knew there was some, but wasn't aware exactly how much. 

* One of the reasons the (above) wasted time bothers me so much, is that I know if Ethan and I were schooling at home, he would be quite a bit further ahead of where he is now.  Much of this is review for him, and for other kids, also.  Some I feel I am not challenging enough; others are overwhelmed.  Striking that balance is difficult to say the least.

*I love seeing my boys dressed up.  Uniforms are great!  They are learning not to be slobs and are not complaining about the uniforms, so it is all good. Annie is adorable also, but she likes to dress up anyway.

*For some reason, which I haven't figured out yet, I have been keeping current with my laundry (which has always been a struggle for me!)  Maybe it has something to do with needing to have clean uniforms (and I only bought 3 for each child) or time management, but I never expected this would be positively impacted by me working outside the house.

* Because we are not home for most of the day, my house stays clean!  I haven't figured out how to get errands, phone calls, housework,bill paying, etc. done while working full time yet.  I know I don't want to spend my weekends doing that. I am praying that I will figure it out (perhaps after soccer ends). So, I am especially glad that housework is less intensive than it once was.  The quickest way to wreck your house is to homeschool in it...especially with a toddler!!  This is one perk of working outside of my home that I am enjoying!

*There is a "herd mentality" that happens in a school setting.  Kids just tend to go along with other (especially older) kids. I've seen much "kid stuff::" gossip, horseplay, teasing, name calling,  It breeds immaturity. For a homeschooler who wanted to teach her kids to be individuals, this is a disturbing find.  Also discovering that it happens even in a "good" school was surprising and concerning.

*We have met terrific people and families through this school! These are people we wouldn't have met otherwise. Although  they miss their old friends, I am so happy that my kids have made new friends.  I have new friends also, for which I am quite thankful. God is good.

*Also, I get paid for teaching now!  The added income is a blessing.

*Lost intimacy in teaching the faith.  I cannot teach the way I did at home.  When teaching my own kids, there was a heart-to-heart approach designed to touch their hearts and souls; a sharing of a most precious part of myself.  Regular CCD or catechism classes can teach the faith to their heads, but only the love, instructions and living faith of the family can take the faith from their heads and move it to their hearts.  Now, I only teach to their heads.   Of course, we still attend Mass and the sacraments and pray together, but not in the same quantity of time, or with the same intimacy as homeschooling provided.  This is probably my biggest complaint.

* I see the children become a bit "hard and crusty" as they "jockey" for position with their classmates.  Annie, who is used to being the baby and playing with older kids who make a big fuss over her, at first, found the young kids kind of weird (judging from her facial expressions).  I've watched her step away when things get too "pushy/shovey" or loud or rambunctious.  I've seen Sammy (3rd grade) do the same.  My observation is that children tend to develop a hard shell to counter missing their mommies and daddies, spending a good share of every day amongst people who don't love them as parents love their children.  They are good, devoted and loving teachers, but they cannot, not matter how good they are, love each child like he is her own child. I believe children become hardened to this.  Annie is not picking up reading or math as quickly as some of the other kids.  Although she is really excited to learn to read, she just isn't remembering the letters and their sounds.  I am not worried.  I've never had a 4 year old reader.  I have always allowed my young children plenty of play/arts&crafts time/justbeingakidtime. Many, or even most, of the kids in Annie's class have been in preschool/daycare for most of their lives.  Perhaps this early structure "primes" them for earlier formal learning.  I'm not sure.  I do know that my oldest child didn't "click" with reading until midway through 1st grade.  She now is an avid reader with a 3.7 GPA in college.  Annie has no learning disability, she's very artistic and imaginative.  She'll read when the time is right.  What I don't like about it is her possibly being "categorized" as a slow learner.  Right now, she has no idea that she is "behind" some of  the others.  She is still enthusiastic about learning, and her teacher doesn't necessarily think there is a problem either.  I just hate to think about what happens to a child (perhaps older) who does recognize that he or she is "slower" than others and comes to define him or herself that way.  It's just so arbitrary.  And they are so young.
(Actually, I lied above...THIS is my biggest complaint!)

* I love that math gets done every day.  I've seen a strengthening in, not only Ethan's, but all of my students' math skills.  We are using Saxon Math books....my old nemesis, but I have to admit that Saxon's spiral approach tends to produce strong math students.  I'm seeing it happen before my very eyes.

* I am finding it easier to stay on track with my lesson plans.  Not much gets moved from one week until the next.  We get the work in.  It is consistent and regular, something I struggled with as a homeschooler.   It's funny.  I have a class with more than 50% of students who were homeschooled at one time or another.  I mentioned one day how it was harder to stay on track when you are home.  One (non-homeschooled) student expressed surprise.  "Why would it be harder?  I think it would be easier."  It was hilarious to hear the students explain why it is soooo easy to get distracted at home (TV, computer, play station, siblings, etc.)  Gosh, it was like they had all been peeking into my windows! 

* Despite the fact that it is so easy to be distracted during homeschooling, I have discovered EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I have put a child into school, whether it be Isaac taking high school classes, Lexi in college, or now the children at NECA, HOMESCHOOLING HAS PREPARED THEM WELL.  EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.The day or even months when it seems you are not getting anything accomplished (OK, well, maybe Math, but when am I going to get that lesson corrected?  Yeah, and we're doing a lot of reading...ummm, and playing outside counts as nature studies, right?)  Yes, even during those lean, challenging times, homeschooling works. Period.  We had a terrible homeschooling year last year when we were building and moving.  Math was very hit or miss....mostly miss.  This year, in "regular" school, Ethan has the highest math average in his class.  Sure, there are things he hasn't had exposure to that the other students have, but he knows how to study, he knows he is expected to work hard and do his best...and THAT makes all the difference.  He knows education is important because he has seen the sacrifices we have made to give him (and his siblings) the education we think is best. 

*The most precious part of homeschooling is the bond that is created between parent and child.  The strong sense of family.  The intimacy of sharing knowledge, thoughts and ideas.  The deep knowing of a person, especially your own child--how they think, how they learn, how they react.  This is the core of why I chose to homeschool.  This is what I miss the most.

I suppose this is enough for now.  I am getting tired.  Oh yeah, one part of working that I don't like:  not having time to post on my blog!!  I do want to mention how pleased I am that I have the opportunity to work at this school, with the people/families I work with.  Although it is pretty obvious my heart is still home, I am SO thankful for the presence of NECA in our lives. 

Monday, October 11, 2010

It's been a while...

I have considered giving up my blog.  But, I don't want to.  I am having a hard time finding time to write these days, but nonetheless, I want to keep trying to occupy this space with something meaningful.  Right now, though, I think I will just do a quick catch-up. 
*  I am working on a post comparing homeschooling to regular schooling....I've got an "insider's view" now, and new perspective I want to share.

* We spent last weekend in Steubenville, Ohio with college girl on paren'ts weekend.  She celebrated her 21st birthday a few days before.  It was so good to see her and, as always, fantastic to be back in that passionately Catholic atmosphere. 

* While in Steubenville, we attended Mass downtown and heard the BEST pro-life homily EVER!!!  This elderly priest dissected Roe V. Wade (he was a lawyer and did a paper on this faulty legislation!), pointed out that only the Catholic Church insisted that an increase in contraception would lead to an increase in abortion, NOT a decrease as is commonly thought, and this dear man left no doubt in our minds as to whether it is ever OK for a Catholic to vote for a pro-choice candidate.  He was forceful, loving, and very intelligent.  I wanted to stand up and cheer, but I settled for just thanking him for his words.  God bless him.

* This weekend, back here at home, we had a visiting priest who encouraged everyone to "come to the table of Our Lord....even if you haven't been a for a while....yes, I know there are rules, but say an Act of Contrition and get to confession ASAP....there are loopholes..."  Yeah, so not cool.  Pray for Fr. Dan.

* Fall foliage in New England!  What a privilege to live amongst all this beauty!

* We spent Sunday afternoon at an apple orchard, although there are NO apples on the trees.  Really, absolutely NONE!  We had an early spring with a late frost, which killed the buds on the trees resulting in a poor apple crop.  This is the first year in a loooong time, that we havent' picked apples.  Oh how I miss that first crisp, juicy crunch into a Macintosh fresh from the tree....mmmmm, nothing else like it.  We ended up going through the corn maze and doing a scavenger hunt.  It was a fun afternoon and we were blessed with glorious weather!

* Loving the fall weather, but am unable to fully abandon myself to the joy because I know what lurks around the corner....I am not a fan of winter...

* We are adjusting to our new school schedule.  Annie is struggling the most, although she is better and not as teary at school.  Speaking of which, I am way past my bedtime...so, good night, all.  I will be back soon!

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Twenty-One


Pictured here with her baby sister (who loves and misses her so much), is my adult college girl, who turns 21 today!  We love you and are so proud of the young woman you have become.  You are a blessing and a precious child of God.  Enjoy your day!  We hope to see you soon!
Love you lots!!!



Sunday, September 12, 2010

Surrender

Here's a post I've been putting off.  It is one I need to write, if only for myself.  I have no idea how it is going to look on the other end.  It will mostly be me thinking on paper, keyboard.
 ** I just finished this post.  It is pretty *me* centered.  I decided to post it because I intended this blog to be a record of our family's life, and this experience is an important part of that life.  Please read it with this in mind.**

On July 22, I discovered that I was pregnant. Almost miraculously, right around my 45th birthday (yup, 45!) I conceived a child.  My husband and I were stunned.  Well, we knew it was possible, but at this time of life, certain things don't appear to be working as they once did, making natural family planning a bit like Russian Roulette:)  When I saw the '+' sign appear on the stick, fear wrapped its icy fingers around my heart. 
"I am 45 years old, overweight, out of shape.  I've had 6 c-sections, can my body handle anymore?  And, Oh my gosh!  I have a job now!  I haven't had a job in 20 years!  We need this income, but I've never put a baby in daycare and certainly do not want to now! What are we going to do?"
 This is basically the sound track that kept repeating itself inside my head, creating a rising, crippling panic.The spirit of fear and panic is my life-long nemesis, and it was kicking my butt.  Not only was I fearful, but I was ashamed, also.  I am pro-life!  I have lost a son at birth and another by miscarriage!  I know the value of life! I know that every baby is a blessing.  But, I was so fearful.  Not wanting this baby to feel any type of rejection or negativity from its mother, I began praying and making the conscious effort to let go of the fear and place myself in God's hands.  Your will be done...Trust...Surrender...
As He always does, the Holy Spirit entered bringing with Him peace and joy.  Yes, I still wavered between Fear and Trust, but Trust, Peace and Joy were winning the battle.  And, Oh My Gosh!!! I was going to have a baby!!!
But, oddly enough, instead of the warm, fuzzy, ecstatic feelings that normally accompany my pregnancies, I began to feel  a deep peace.  Surrender.  It was such a good place to be.  Had I really grown enough in my spiritual life to have finally achieved a moment where I was abandoned completely to the will of God?  (Funny--even as I was having this thought, I realized that the next trial or cross would have me right back at the starting line--fearful and  untrusting.)  This grace of surrender was for this moment and this moment only.  But it was so good. 
Right away, I discovered that I needed supplemental progesterone, which is common for me, but my numbers were extremely low this time.  I knew that my chances of carrying to term were not good, given my risk factors, but I got my shots and determined that I would savor the gift of this life for however long it remained with me on this earth.  It is an amazing thought to realize that Eternity will forever be changed because of this brand new teeny-tiny life growing within.  A new soul--a brand new eternal being exists!  Praise be to God!
Inevitably, perhaps, I began to spot on August 19, during our camping trip.  Still, that peace remained.  Spotting is not uncommon; I did not worry.  But, the bleeding increased, and at some point, I don't know exactly when, perhaps 4 or 5 days after the bleeding began, I became aware of an "empty" feeling.  I don't know how to describe it, other than "empty".  I knew there was no longer any life within. And still, by the mercy and grace of God, I had peace.  The surrender was now mingled with sorrow, but the surrender was still there. 
In the midst of all this, I was preparing to start teaching.  Sorrow over the miscarriage was now mixed with sorrow over giving up our homeschooling way of life.  It was, and still is, a lot to deal with at once. 
The teaching part is fine.  I love teaching.  I have a good group of students and am very thankful that one of my own children is in my class.  It is very difficult for me to not see Sam and Annie all day.  Actually, I do see them at lunch and recess and once in a while in the hall, but it is certainly different from what we are used to.  There are definitely good things about school that I cannot duplicate at home, and I am truly thankful for the school, the people I work with and this opportunity.
Annie was feeling a little sick last week and did not want to leave me.  Prying her fingers from my arm and leaving her with her teacher with big tears running down her cheeks threatened to push my already brittle emotions over the edge.  It was a rough week.
Surrender.  It is not a one-time event.  It's not that once you surrender, you are always surrendered.  Like all progress in the spiritual life, it goes layer by layer, deeper and deeper until there is nothing left but ourselves and God.  Ourselves in God.  It is a painful process, this dying-to-self business.  But, in the end, the surrender is filled with peace, trust and joy, and it is so good. 
Dear God, please grant me the grace of surrender.

Our three precious saints in heaven:
Brady Joseph,
Patrick Louis,
and now Maria Teresa
pray for us!