every day

Cottonwood

It has been said that marriage is not about saying "yes" at the altar, but about waking up every morning and deciding to be married all over again.  Today's reflection about Matthew 22 reminds me that this applies as equally to our vocation as mother, sister, teacher, friend.  Whichever calls I have answered in life must be answered not once, but daily. Sometimes, in some seasons, it is a promise we must intentionally renew hour by hour. 

"It is well to remember that the problem of corresponding to a vocation is not one that can be resolved once and for all on the day that embrace a particular state of life; it is a question that arises every day, because each day our vocation calls for a new response, a fresh adherence adapted to the circumstances and grace of the moment. A vocation attains its full realization only by our continual fidelity to God's invitations.  These invitations follow one another without interruption and reveal to the attentive soul ever new horizons, presenting new duties, new opportunities for generosity, and new aspects of perfection and immolation."

Divine Intimacy

 

a finer thing

 

Sept 2018 dining web (1 of 1)

"People nowadays seemed to busy for gaiety, and what was worse, appeared to frown upon innocent enjoyment.  Life was too dreadfully real and earnest these days, thought Mrs. Bailey, and all the young people were middle-aged at twenty. 

If only people would realize that the light hearted…things were not any less significant than the violent and brutish, what a step forward it would be,,. Because a song, a book, a play, a picture, or anything created was gay it did not necessarily follow that it was trivial.  It might be, mused Mrs. Bailey gazing into the moving sunshine with unseeing eyes, a finer thing because it had been fashioned with greater care and artifice; emotion remembered and translated to give pleasure, rather than emotion remembered and evincing only an involuntary and quite hideous howl."    - Miss Read, Thrush Green

 

 

always learning

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I caught a Call the Midwife episode by myself tonight.  Just a little respite.  The closing lines of the sisters' spoke to me as we dodge and adjust to all life brings.  Some things welcome, some not.  All somehow working for good.  Always. 

"Prayers aren’t always answered the way we hope, but…".

"…they are generally answered.  And the answer He gave me was this: When things change we have to find a different way.   Now…. I am reminded of the need to keep learning.   Nothing stays the same. We don’t stay the same ourselves. And… all the time the world keeps on spinning.

Faster."

I'm not sure why the lessons of middle age come as a surprise.  Perhaps our younger selves so bent on "figuring it all out" assumed a day was coming when that process would be complete.  We would learn what was needed and spend the rest of our years in a lather-rinse-repeat cycle of semi-expertise.  

That is certainly not the case. Each season brings its own lessons, its own opportunities if we can recognize them as such.  

May we make the most of them. 

Mother Love

Our Mother of Sorrows

Yesterday was the feast of Our Lady of Sorrows.  While it took me longer than hoped to sit down here I did want to still share a bit about this devotion that rather found me.  You see, not only was it not on my radar but I fancied that the joyful images were more appealing to me.  This was another one of those things that I felt was for other people but not me.  I can only chuckle at my own ignorance now, which I seem to do more and more the older I get. 

About a year and half ago my friend, Suzanne, mentioned her boys had brought her information about devotion to Our Lady of Sorrows and special graces for mothers.  I searched all over the internet at the time but was not finding this information myself.  Frustrated, I dropped it as life picked up again.  Then some months later a small package arrived in the mail from our daughter's godmother, a busy mother of many herself whom I don't speak with often.  She thought I might be interested in…… devotion to Our Lady of Sorrows.  She sent me prayers and blessings from her chapel and mentioned the Mother Love book.  

Now, I love this little volume, given to me many years ago by yet another dear friend.   I somehow had not until that moment connected the dots that the Mother Love book was, back in the day, a handbook of sorts for the Archconfraternity of Christian Mothers. At that point I stopped cherry picking through the book for relevent prayers and began to use it as the handbook it is, following the daily prayers and carefully reading the instructional part for fresh inspiration on the vocation of a wife and mother. 

This weekend we said the Litany of Our Lady of Sorrows from the Mother Love prayers.  A copy from a beautiful vintage book is here. The various titles never cease to draw me in and inspire emulation.  The Litany of the Seven Sorrows is here. 

More information on the history of this devotion, including the connection to Fatima here. 

We sometimes joke that we could have used a manual for this job.  I am reminded again and again that this one works pretty well. 

 

 

little things

Aug 2018 lilies web (1 of 1)

I am sitting at the table in my bedroom (not the bedroom above, which one sister just passed down to another) with the windows thrown open to catch the Indian summer breeze we are getting more often now.  It is not yet cool here in the foothills, but there are some hints that autumn is indeed creeping around the corner.  

School is back in full swing. There are no longer any little people around the table.  All my students can read fluently.  They capably perform all four math operations.  Instead of phonics we now go over latin verbs and bisect angles together.  Although just a few years ago I had no clear vision for how this stage of home learning would look I can happily report it is rich and satisfying, like a daily retreat for Mom.  Big kids and big ideas.  

This morning finds me, mug in hand, waiting for the highschool football player who was up and out before dawn for his Thursday morning walk through at the stadium, as they do each week ahead of the JV and varsity games. Each week I say my silent prayers that the boys make it through another game without serious injury.  

As the years roll by I am reminded that it is rarely those dangers you imagine that are most likely to strike, however.  How many times I have told my children.  Those fears that haunt you, the ones you dread and wonder over, they seldom come to pass.  It is the completely unexpected that blindsides us and alters life in permanent ways.  

The other evening I was sifting through the images of home here: dinners in progress, drops of rain falling off the oak leaves, children laughing in the backseat, the dog pulling on the leash. I wondered, is it appropriate it is to share the mundane when there are big decisions to be made, serious suffering around us?  Does this appear superficial? Does it imply a disregard or disrespect for meatier issues?  This morning I realized these images represent the strategy my grandmother modeled for tackling the big things.  It is, in fact, the way I too move through my days now.  Those little things are the stuff that keep us grounded in the now, keep us from losing our heads entirely, propel one foot in front of the other.  They don't reveal the sum total of our experiences and trials.  They do represent the very ways we navigate it all.  

We arrange lilies in a vase, season the chops, walk the dog, read a few pages from the novel we are nursing.  We notice the cream swirling in the cup, the way the light catches the tendrils of steam winding upwards.  Then we take a deep breath and move forward, haltingly or with gusto, as the day may go.

Big kids, big ideas, big challenges, big life – maybe they all call for renewed appreciation of the little things that sustain us. 

tying heartstrings

Hair rollers

"Mom can you put my hair up and roll it tonight?" she asked very hopefully.   I did.  It took all of 5 minutes but when we were done we were both smiling.  

There is no shortage of advice on how to get the chores done, how to discipline, how to do more and more and more work efficiently.  I am a realist.  It is inevitable after ten children.  There are things we must do. There are problems to solve. 

In the 90's the catch phrase "tying heartstrings" popped up. It stuck with me. We can't solve problems unless we are operating from a base of affection and genuine good will.  When we are, there seem to be fewer problems to solve.   The purpose of the problem solving is also ultimately not about greater productivity, but improved relationships. As one of my other favorite catch phrases go, "The purpose of the task is to strengthen the relationship."

(image by Becky Higgins)

Time, which seemed to creep along at a snail's pace when the children were all smaller, now leaps along with great strides. A dear friend and I were musing over loved ones gone, loved ones failing, and our own mortality.  We shared our regret over irritations and misunderstandings and renewed our resolve to work harder on patience, gentleness, and empathy, because here is the cold hard truth of the thing: you don't know how many chances you'll get.  One of them will be the last one.  Kids grow up.  People move away.  Things happen. 

It costs so little to bless a person.  Here's to saying yes when we can. 

Some older essays on the topic:

Tying Family Heartstrings

50 Simple Ways to Bond

Tying Heartstrings

 

 

Our Lady’s Birthday

It was late in the evening by the time we all sat down around the table tonight and not all of us were here.  Still, the girls and I decided to set the table with the red transferware to go along with the roses and rose covered cake we found.  

Sept 2018 mary bday web (1 of 1)

Fr Weiser, SJ (via Catholic Culture) shares:

Since September 8 marks the end of summer and beginning of fall, this day has many thanksgiving celebrations and customs attached to it. In the Old Roman Ritual there is a blessing of the summer harvest and fall planting seeds for this day.

The winegrowers in France called this feast "Our Lady of the Grape Harvest". The best grapes are brought to the local church to be blessed and then some bunches are attached to hands of the statue of Mary. A festive meal which includes the new grapes is part of this day.

In the Alps section of Austria this day is "Drive-Down Day" during which the cattle and sheep are led from their summer pastures in the slopes and brought to their winter quarters in the valleys. This was usually a large caravan, with all the finery, decorations, and festivity. In some parts of Austria, milk from this day and all the leftover food are given to the poor in honor of Our Lady’s Nativity.

Excerpted from The Holyday Book 

Morning Time Lately

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The new school year is beginning – or has begun – for most people around the country.  We have had a soft start consisting mostly of  "Morning Time +" meaning we pray, read, discuss, do math, practice dance/music etc, and do our chores.  It has made for some solid days with a reasonably tidy house, appointments kept, needs met, and awesome conversation had.  More will follow but it's a very gratifying start.

Cindy Rollins' reflection from a few years back rings so true here.  Morning time, done right, is an organic process.  It grows naturally.  Please don't think of it as another curricular checklist item.  Better to think about how you naturally catch up with good friends.  Do you share recipes or patterns?  Maybe you pass particularly inspiring books back and forth?  There might be articles or quotes you share with some you know will appreciate them. Ideally, as our children grow, some of our best sharing happens with the fascinating people around our table.  You wouldn't pummel your luncheon guests with data and it won't feel any better when they are your kids.  

Start small.  Read them your favorite stories, the ones you really get into.  Show them work by your favorite artist.  Listen to a rendition of a musical piece that moved you.  Maybe share a cool tidbit about the composer while you are at it.  Watch a youtube tutorial together.  And here is the thing: it isn't about chronology or themes.  It's about genuine, thoughtful conversation.  It is about learning to consider new topics or positions and to express your feelings about them.  It's cross-training in your homeschool.  You can't screw this up. You won't "miss" anything. As she says,

"Stop planning your school and go do it.

Read a chapter of a book to your children.  

Now. 

There is tremendous power in doing something for a short period of time consistently."

Timeline
Timeline

 

notes:

We use plain heavy paper sketchbooks for our timelines.  As we read a chapter in A Child's History of the World (currently) they draw or print a clipart picture of one thing to paste inside.  

The graffiti book was EXCELLENT for Socratic discussion.  It has lots of open ended questions which help students consider what art is and does not lead them to a particular position.  

Not pictured is the saint of the day book, the next Ralph Moody title, and a volume of Longfellow's work.  We read "Evangeline" this summer and I predictably wept at the end.  Now we are enjoying "Hiawatha."  As it turns out our elderly houseguest is enjoying our reading and discussion time most of all.