The Millennial Homemaker

The musings of a Stay at Home Mom

Distractions, Clutter, and Crumbs

Today has been a beautiful day outside. I’m so glad I was able to enjoy it for 30 minutes as I completed my morning walk. I should have just come home, packed a picnic lunch, and taken my family out of town for an all-day outdoor field trip to enjoy the beautiful fall weather! There are many days when I wish I could just stay outside all day. I can remember those times when I would spend all day at the beach, or just spending time outside with friends or family.

The pastor of the church I attend spoke on “Overcoming Distractions” today. Unfortunately, I did not make it because of all the distractions at home. Unfinished homework, unfinished laundry, and unfinished chores. I could not convince myself to stop my “auto-pilot” way of thinking and just get away from all the distractions at home. My choice. My regret.

One consolation in all of this is that I do have a choice. I can decide to allow the distractions to take over my day, or I can decide to become the ruler of my to-do list. There will always be distractions, there will always be clutter, and while my children are living in my home, there will always be crumbs, too.

It’s inevitable. Nobody lives in a model home. Well, if they do, then they either have too much time on their hands, or they don’t have children. Case closed. For those of us who do not live in Perfectville, we can relax (I am saying the mantra as I write: relax, relax, relax) and just take a break from all of these distractions. After all, if I continue to focus on all the clutter and crumbs, I will miss the greatest opportunity that is standing right in front of me… my family, who so lovingly reminds me of their presence by the crumbs they leave behind.

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Memory Lane

We have been visiting a small version of Memory Lane today. My oldest son, who will be 14 years old soon, found his “Baby Time Capsule” in the closet. A dear friend of mine gave me the time capsule when I was pregnant. I even had a picture of me holding the time capsule, and I taped the picture inside the memory book.

Well, my son really wants to open a letter written to him by his great-grandma. I told him he has to wait until he is 18. He was able to meet his great-grandma in January 2000, when he was only four years old. She passed away in December 2003, so I believe that he had a grand opportunity in meeting her only once.

My son agreed to wait on reading the letter. But, all of the kids proceeded to look through the contents of the capsule. I hope that’s not a bad omen. Inside we found some baby shoes, two baby dedication Bibles, their hospital “take home” outfit, some old, empty bottles labeled “baby shampoo” and “baby wash.” There was also a wooden plaque from when my second born son won honorable mention in a cute baby contest.

Sometimes I wish we had waited to open the capsule, but I am glad that we have opened it. We have been able to read some of the “predictions” I had made regarding technology and world events. We read about the price of gasoline, the price of a postage stamp, and the price of a loaf of bread. I even made a list of the winners and successes of the sports industry. The only thing I didn’t clip and keep was a current fashion magazine photo.

All in all, the walk down memory lane, which only transported us back to 1995, was fun and worthwhile. We were able to laugh, share special moments of closeness, and just learn more about our family history. I think the time we spent allowed our children to realize how much we have invested in them. I cannot wait until we open the time capsule again, perhaps in the correct time of four years from now. We will take a picture with our “digital” camera of my 18 year old son holding his precious gift he received as a newborn.

Making a memory, leaving a legacy… that’s what it’s all about.

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Fighting the good fight

I recently learned of the tragic news that one of the homeschooling attorneys at HSLDA died on Monday, October 12, 2009. He was a leader in his community; he was an icon to many in this rising counter-culture of faith. One of the messages I kept hearing while he was in hospice is that he “wanted to finish the race strong.” Another phrase of endearment is that he “fought the good fight” and that he “kept the faith.” As my heart breaks for the loss of the family he leaves behind, my heart also rejoices knowing that he was strong until the very end.

In perspective I have to ask myself, “Am I fighting the good fight? Am I keeping the faith? Will I receive any crowns when I pass from this life to the next one? Will God say to me ‘Well done, good and faithful servant’?”

I can only hope that my life on earth will continue to be a glory for the Lord. I am not perfect, and I make mistakes all the time. One of my biggest hopes and continual prayers is to see my children learn to fight the good fight and keep the faith. My current goals in this uncertain world are to remain constant, available, dependable, trustworthy, and faithful to my family and to God.

Just as this influential leader in the homeschooling community has passed on, I know that another leader will step up and continue the fight. He or she will rise to the occasion to spread the gospel, fight for our freedoms as parents and families, and continue the work that God has intended. There are plenty of people who understand my words, and for those who agree, I ask that we stand together in this fight.

We need to fight to preserve the values of the family; we need to fight to preserve our freedoms. We need to fight to remain strong as we stand by each other in faith. For one day, when I draw my final breath on earth, I want to hear the words echoing in heaven, “well done, good and faithful servant.”

Bible references: 2 Timothy 4:7-8

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Always on my mind

My mind is always thinking about something. That ‘something’ could be nothing important or it can be in need of immediate attention. The OCD in me wants to make everything an “A” on the priority list. There are no Bs or Cs. I know I need to spare myself the trouble of trying to accomplish everything at once. I am trying to figure out how to eat the elephant… one bite at a time.

But, I do want to mention that you, the reader, are always on my mind. I think about how you will feel when you read my thoughts. I think about the reaction you may experience when I say something that just doesn’t sit right with you. And I also think about the times that you may smile because I have encouraged you.

I’m not sure where I am going with this post. I just had a sense to post something new. But I wanted to let you know that, if you dare to be my friend, then you are on my mind when I write. A blog is like a hallmark card: I care enough to write to the very best! In the meantime, I will try to think of something profound for my next post.

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When September Ends

I am thankful for the seasons. I believe that the seasons were made so we could look forward to the changes in nature. As much as I love the summer, and all the things that make summer so wonderful, I am grateful for the time when September ends. The autumn equinox brings about a change in season, when the abundant life of Spring and Summer gives way to the changes of Fall. The leaves begin to turn, the days grow shorter, the weather becomes cooler. Life, in a sense, is preparing to slumber.

We are enjoying an early change to Fall this year. Every year is different, and no one knows if the change will happen at the beginning of October, or if it will happen near the end of October. I love the fact that the weather will change earlier this year. We get more time to experience the nostalgia and the notions of Fall.

I can’t really explain the gratitude I feel for the change of seasons. I am learning that there are seasons to my own life. Some seasons of my life feel like the world is a frozen tundra, where I am surrounded by white sheets of ice, waiting for the sun of spring to melt the frost. Other seasons include the joyous outbreaks of spring, where I feel like I can fly with the eagles. My life is flourishing and I am growing in the rain and the sun. The season of spring happily greets the warmth of summer, and the two combine their strengths to ensure a long stretch of development and potential.

When September ends the time has come for the approaching harvest. All of the growth, the stretching, and the endurance of summer’s heat prepare my heart and my mind for the upcoming harvest: the test of my growth. What have I accomplished this year? What have I learned through trials and joys? What am I producing, my figurative fruit, that will pass on to the next generation? Are my branches and roots sturdy enough to bring me through the winter? Will I be able to hibernate in peace, and await for next spring’s glorious return? Will I yield to the Creator, to harvest the depths of my soul?

Lyrics to the famous Green Day Song:
Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last, wake me up when September ends.
Like my fathers come to pass, seven years has gone so fast, wake me up when September ends.
Here comes the rain again falling from the stars, drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are.
As my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost, wake me up when September ends.

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