I don't know if I will ever stop beginning posts with, "It was a hard week . . ."
It was a hard week.
My big girls are wonderful--they help so much.
My husband is the hardest working, most loving man I've ever known.
My medium kids are trying, trying, trying in all things.
My littles are just being littles, and they're sweet and cuddly to boot.
The illnesses just keep on coming.
The work is ever-present.
The emotional trauma of 4 small children who have been neglected and abused is enormous.
The babies aren't sleeping.
My sweetheart does have to leave home to provide for us.
Sometimes the big girls are just plain tired of being so responsible.
The phone never stops ringing--with calls that I cannot ignore (because they are from therapists/doctors/social workers/etc.).
Errands wreck our days no matter how carefully I plan/prepare.
Tantrums wreck our evenings no matter how lovingly I reply.
I wonder constantly what my purpose is in this particular time and place.
And through it all, we try to have some school lessons.
It was a science week for us--lessons 7-10 of our curriculum--focused on animal taxonomy.
We did some painting with red, tying the color into our creation theme by talking about volcanic eruptions and the separation of land from water.
|I love the curlers she wore all day so she'd be pretty for the youth activity at the church that night--a girls only activity!|
We attended dance practice.
Rose Red was the only student in her dual enrollment class to bring a correctly completed assignment. The teacher took that assignment and publicly critiqued it. That was HARD for Rose Red. I give her a lot of credit for surviving such an experience gracefully.
We went to a playground near a local lake. The littles climbed and jumped. The older girls wandered near the water and discovered rather large crawdads. I breathed the crisp air and tried to see the children through the Lord's eyes.
|Rose Red says this little fellow is likely to be quite the soccer player someday. He has an instinctive gift for footwork.|
We gathered acorns and seashells.
We watched General Conference.
It lent light to my spirit.
Today there is much vomit.
There won't be much school.
I wonder what we are learning . . .