I'm Back...

How many times do I visit this site?  Once a year?  I write, then I run.  I get lost in the activities, and the turmoil of the internet and so forget that I have this site. I have my electronic journal, for all eyes to see, but I forget to use it.  Ah, there is so much you could learn from me, and I from you.

Religion

I believe as a parent it is my duty to make sure that my children have an understanding and love of God. I want them to know the Bible stories, and to incorporate the Bible in their life. I want them to choose spouses that also have a love for God.

Anyway, Cameron and Madeline were talking about Bible stories. Cameron, at 8, knows so much more than Madeline in that department. We talked about Jesus's father and it took Maddie awhile to come up with his name. They knew who Jonah was, but couldn't remember why he was put in the whale's stomach and for how long. Hmmm..what did the 3 wise men bring? They knew gold, but failed on the other two items. They did get it correctly that the devil was in the Garden of Eden, but didn't know he was represented as a snake or serpant. We still get confused as to who killed who, Cain or Abel, but they knew the reason why. They also knew why Jesus was mad at the people for selling animals in the Temple, but they needed a lot of hints for that one. We had a lot of giggles, especially when Maddie couldn't remember what Adam ate in the Garden of Eden, and she couldn't remember the name of the garden.

Comments

I had not forgotten that I had a blog, I just forgot to write. When I found my blog again, I saw that someone had written a comment. Wow, someone read what I wrote, and thought enough to comment. It made my day and reminded me of the good I have in my life.

Friends

I have found the world of Facebook and was sucked in deeply. I would visit numerous times a day to see what my friends were doing (like I wasn't seeing them at Boy Scouts, school, and around town (ie Target). Do I really need to know that they have just weeded, or are getting ready to clean the house? The Internet allows us to be voyeurs, to look into other people's lives without having to develop a personal relationship. I miss that.
I was so excited when we had moved to our new house. Our neighbors were just like us, the children were close to the same ages, the mom and I had similar interests. I had visions of me running over, coffee cup in hand, us sitting down, chatting, pouring out our most intimate secrets, and our kids playing happily in the background, running from house to house. Ha! It has been a neighborly relationship, you know, "hi, how are you?" The kids did play, and the first couple of years, they did run from house to house, but their mom was so busy with work, that there was no time for coffee and heart to hearts. I wish I could find a neighbor that had time to develop a friendship, something that scratched the surface, where you became true friends.

Me

I started this blog as a way to express myself. When I grew up, had journals from Junior High through College. I taped scraps of paper, notes, and wrote about my day. I shared my thoughts and my dreams. Since I am on the computer so often I thought it would be easier to express myself here.

Who am I? I am a mom, a teacher, and I feel as if I there are never enough hours in the day. I want to be one of the super mom's, you know the ones (maybe you are one). I envy these moms. Their hair is perfect, they have on make-up, wear jewelry, and their houses are pristine. Not me, my long hair is normally pulled back in a bun, if I am lucky vasoline has been dabbed on my lips, and I usually pull a sweatshirt over my jammies and drop my kids off at school. My furniture needs to be dusted, and it seems as if the floor always needs a washing.

I wish I had more time for myself, but I am investing in my future, our future. I have 3 children, they are my heart, my soul. When they breath, I breath. I invest in them. I coach their soccer teams, I am the Girl Scout leader, room mom, and I want them to know I am there for them. I didn't know if my children cared about what I did for them until my daughter had to choose a hero, and she chose me. She listed all of the things I do, I do those things because I love them, and I really didn't know they were paying attention, or even cared.