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When you can’t do normal…

Grabbing out the egg cartons, and milk, I piled them onto the kitchen island with all the other items. Not ten minutes before, I was combing through the pantry looking for a snack. Now, I was viciously scrubbing the walls and drawers of the refrigerator. Why? Because today, I just can’t do normal…

In fact, my mind is racing with so many thoughts that even a “thing to do” list won’t help me.

My desk is currently a sea of paperwork; business calls to be made, bills to pay, and events to schedule.

I’ve attempted to wash the same grill pan for the past three days, and I’ve never gotten to it.

My voicemail is full…and my email is back to over 1,000…..

I haven’t posted a blog post in months…..

And….I haven’t gotten the mail in about three days….

I’m sitting here typing in my pajamas while my girls, instead of doing school work, are downstairs making cookies, while my son is throwing up in his bedroom.

Normal. I have no idea what that means anymore.

There are probably people like me that you encounter every day. We smile and chat about silly things. We drop kids off for dance, and we schedule dentist appointments. We shop for groceries and we make our bed every day.

However, there are things that we are hiding…we are afraid to unveil what really monopolies our time and thoughts….

Some days…I just want to ignore the pain and act like everything is normal. I want to chat about what you had for dinner, and the newest show that you are watching. I want to mentally “retreat” and think about something other than the actual thoughts that pervade my mind.

Thoughts that make me cry behind closed doors. Thoughts that make me want to pull my covers over my head and not do anything all day.

And whatever you do…don’t make me stop and look at you. Because….my life is an open-book and I don’t want anyone to “read” what I’m trying to hide.

Just don’t……

I don’t want you to see the pain. I can’t handle it…and I certainly can’t try and find words to explain it to you.

And please….don’t ask me how I’m doing….because then I will start to unravel….and that gets really ugly and messy.

You see….my husband has a chronic illness…and we are in a tough stage. We’ve called it “bad lungs” for years to explain his crazy coughing fits to neighbors, acquaintances, and friends. We’ve been to multiple specialists who have “studied” his lungs….we’ve done all the treatments….but..ultimately we knew this day would come…

….when it all got serious.

Dan has been diagnosed with Bronchiectasis.

Here is how the American Lung Association defines it:

Bronchiectasis is a chronic condition where the walls of the bronchi are thickened. This is caused by inflammation and infection in the bronchi. People with bronchiectasis will experience periods of good and bad health. The periods when your lung health gets worse are called exacerbations. Some patients with exacerbations notice a gradual decline in their health over a few weeks, while others start to have problems over the span of a few days.

In bronchiectasis, the walls of the bronchi are thickened from long-term inflammation and scarring. As a result of the damage, mucus produced by the cells lining the bronchi does not drain normally. Mucus build-up can cause infection. A cycle of inflammation and infection can develop, leading to loss of lung function over time.

In bronchiectasis, lung function gradually declines over years. Patients with frequent exacerbations or those whose bronchi are infected by certain bacteria, like methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA), may lose lung function at a faster rate and have more bothersome respiratory symptoms.

Dan has had several “exacerbations” over the past year. He’s been hospitalized twice over the past two months….and has been treated for pneumonia six times this year.

To stay it’s been “trying” is an understatement.


This was our family earlier this month. It was a Monday….the same day that we were suppose to celebrate the birthday of my now five-year-old. She cried begging her daddy to go to the hospital so that he could be home “on turkey day”. I snapped this picture as they all crowded in to cry on his shoulder about another 5 day stay at the local hospital.

Another pneumonia…..another round of IV antibiotics to fight it. (We also learned that his body has become resistant to oral antibiotics.)

Didn’t we just do this two months ago?

We are suppose to be fighting about stupid stuff like the temperature that the house is kept at or the amount of crazy money that we are spending eating out.

I don’t want to talk about planning for our future or how long his lungs can go without the need for an oxygen tank.

I don’t want him to look at me with that “I know this sucks for you….but you know I really love you, right?!” look.

And somedays….I want to pretend like it’s “not a big deal”…….

So, if my hair looks crazy and my eyes look really puffy……or my smile has been missing for a while or I don’t seem “like myself” it’s because I’m just trying to get by each day without fear of the future. I’m trying to be strong for these five kiddos who rely on me for stability.

Because although I just want to block out the world, and cuddle with my husband all day, there are family memories left to be made.

There are holidays to celebrate, and birthday parties to plan.

I’m clinging to my family time and soaking up those precious moments that require me home. I’m spending time in prayer to protect my heart from all that awaits our family.

However…I’m weak…but I’m ok with that. Scripture tells us that “He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. 2 Corinthians 12:9” I need the Lord to grant me grace to get through this.

I’m finding it difficult to be left “wading in the water” by the Lord without “land” in sight. The “un-knowing” is the hardest part.

However, I am trying to follow God’s plan in all of this.

God will be re-defining a new “normal” for us over here in our home. In the meantime, please join me in prayer as we pray for direction.

So…. if you see me and I’m smiling, join me.

If you see me, and I’m really just struggling, just pray for me.

I know that I serve a God who truly loves me, who is allowing me to endure this painful time in my life, because I have begged Him to draw me closer. I know that my faith will get me through this.

Maybe there are people like me in your life….silently suffering….that could use your prayers this Advent…..be there for them.

My family is not alone….we don’t feel alone.

Our community is a large and loving one…and since news of his hospitalizations our friends and family have been surrounding us with so much support.

Whether they have made us dinner, sent food baskets, called and texted, took the kids for play dates, visited Dan in the hospital, or just let us know that they are “here” for us ….. I truly believe that it has been the “body of Christ” alive and well in our lives.

Thank you for reading this. Thank you for allowing me to open up my heart to you……

Just sharing this has lifted a burden for me……

Praying that you and your families may have a blessed Advent.

God bless,

Tammi

 

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Finding your OWN path to joy….

How many of us have found real joy in ourselves?

The kind of joy that beckons you to run like a child through a field of wild flowers…….

The “raise your hands in the air going downhill on the roller coaster” kind of joy….

The joy that comes from hearing your favorite song on the radio….windows down, song blasting,  “beating on the steering wheel”kinda joy….

I had a taste of heavenly joy this Sunday when I attended a praise and worship session at my church. Drums beating, screaming these songs that I had often heard on KLove, not a care in the world but lovin’ Jesus.

Now….what if someone told you that this was how they felt when they saw you.

(What???!!! little ole me.????…)

Yes!!! What if someone told you that your very existence was a joy in their life.

That your smile could brighten any rough day that they were having.

That your hug was the medicine for that tough patch of grief that they were feeling.

Would you act differently? Would you view yourself differently?

I think you would.

And….I challenge you to surround yourself with people who feel this way about you.

I believe that God wants us all to have this freedom.

The freedom of living “carelessly” regardless of the ways others view us.

I’m not talking about the “I don’t give a $#@! what you think of me, and I’m done with haters” not care…but the genuine, “I love who I am” kind of joy.

How rich would our lives be if we didn’t feel like we had to live under the microscope of facebook, instagram, etc…constantly awaiting the comments of judgement, looking for others approval, or broken by the harsh comments……

Notice that I didn’t say the photo album of facebook…..where you display your life for others to find joy in….

Comparison is the thief of joy…..Theodore Roosevelt

How can we find this joy? I believe it comes down to three principles that we must fully accept and implement in our lives.

We must accept who we are…..the good, the bad, and the ugly. We must not seek perfection….but contentment in who we are. 

What if we denied the “haters” the ability to “get to us”?

I have owned who I am……I am done comparing…

I can’t tell you how often I have thought…….

 I will never keep a house like………

I will never have slim thighs like…..

I wish I could love to eat healthy like…..

I wish I wasn’t such a terrible procrastinator

I wish I was more diligent in my work.

Now….if you are looking to change a part of your life that you feel could use some “fine tuning”, then go for it! Do it for you…because you want to be the best you. Not because someone else has determined what the best “you” looks like.

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Find the joy in your present state of life…whatever that may be.

We must not compare our “new” life to our “old life” in a negative way……

Often times when I am overwhelmed, I think back to how much “simplier” life was when “all had to do was change diapers, or be responsible for feeding my kids”and that’s not a fair assessment. Those were challenging times too.

I remember when I was struggling with getting pregnant for the first three years of my marriage, I dreaded taking a pregnancy test each month and how sad the hubs and I were at this point in our life. If only I could have acknowledged my sadness, and then chose to live the place in life that God had me in. I often long for those carefree days that could have taken us traveling and spending time together as a couple.

My life now has it’s own struggles and it’s own joys.

God has you where you are…..now. Find your joy in this moment.

Find your joy:

  • In your new house that needs to be furnished or in your old house, that needs to be updated.
  • at your new job as you learn how to perform your tasks or at your old job that has given you stability.
  • in the storm that God is carrying you through, or in the serenity of the lake that you rest on.

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And lastly, surround yourself with support. People who genuinely love you for who you are. 

I can’t stress how important this is. I happen to be blessed with  amazing family who are all my best friends.

I never feel lonely. I never have to worry about conquering something on my own.

When times get tough, and there always will be “storms” that arise, these are the people who will see you through it.

I have amazing women who are part of my homeschooling community. Their children are such a blessing to the lives of my children. They make all these “crazy” homeschooling hurdles fun, while inspiring me with their lives.

I have an amazing network of friends from my days at Franciscan University. Ladies that I call monthly to “check in” and share my life with. They are a power house of prayer for me and I love sifting through so many of my great memories with these ladies.

I also have some amazing guy friends who help me to be a better wife. From my brother in laws, to friends from Franciscan, to my priests, these men remind me how to love my husband and truly live my life for my family.

Appreciate these people. Call them. Text them. Tell them how much they mean to you.

Don’t wait until something drastic happens to share your heart with these people.

They are your “life line”.

St. Paul tells us to “always be able to give a reason for your joy”…..for our joy is in Christ Jesus.

May you embrace these simple three principles, as you seek the new found freedom of joy that the Lord desires for you.

God bless,

Tammi

 

 

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I do…..a lesson about finding your strength.

“I do….to the struggles. I do…to living selflessly for each other. I want you to build a wall of love that nothing can tear down. This wall that will surround these five blessings and give them security, peace, and endless love”….

 

I do.

The day started off innocent enough…I  woke up one Sunday with the desire to see the kids hit confession. Our family happens to be blessed with a local Shrine that offers confession for the 15-20 minutes before their 2:30 Mass. It’s super convenient to watch my three oldest hit the confessional and come out beaming. This Sunday, which I speak of, I did an examination of conscience with the kiddos while the hubby drove. Nothing super enlightening….your basic review of the 10 commandments with gentle “nudges” as to the areas that I saw some of them struggling with…haha.

Confession.

That sacrament that often we forget about. A sacrament, all too often underutilized, in our struggle to be Christ-like in a fallen world.

Our family would love to say that Confession is a monthly commitment like our other activities but it often isn’t. It can be anywhere between a month and a half to three months before our family goes or realizes how long it’s been.

But this time around, this little Polish priest had this unsuspecting mom crying through the first 20 minutes of Mass…with two little words….

As Mass was about to start, I saw the kids to our pew, after their confessions, and ducked into the confessional myself.

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Alright….clear my brain…..

Frustration. Quick to anger with the kiddos. Laziness. Being Judgmental

These guys knew that they were the usual culprits…haha.

As I started to roll out these guys, the priest stopped me at quick to anger with the kiddos.

“Oh…so you are a mom. How many kids?”

Five….

“Five?! Wow….you are a blessed and busy momma. And what are their ages?”

12, 10, 9, 6, 4…..

“Oh my goodness. So you are also a hard working mom.”

(insert a few tears….that was nice to hear)

“Let me ask you….do you have a good husband?”

(wait….what’s going on here. I’m just trying to remember which sins to confess and you are distracting me. And why do I feel so emotionally overwhelmed right now?)

(choking back tears) Yes…he’s a really good man. Great husband…great father….

“Then you have everything that you need…you just forget. I want you to work on the greatest strength that you have in trying to be a mom. You need to work on the strong bond of your marriage. This will give you the grace to raise your kids.”

(tears really flowing now….totally blindsided by his tender words that are hitting me so hard) um…ok.

(wait…..this is really heavy stuff….but also so simple)

“I want you to remember your wedding vows. Remember that day? Remember when you said I do? I want you to wake up everyday and say that. I want you to talk to your husband and I want you to remind him, lovingly, of those same two words and I want him to wake up thinking about the same, I do. I do….to the struggles. I do…to living selflessly for each other. I want you to build a wall of love that nothing can tear down. This wall that will surround these five blessings and give them security, peace, and endless love. This is where you will find the grace to be the gentle, loving mother, like Our Lady. ”

(searching for tissues in my purse, as I’m just a mess of tears. He can hear me sobbing.)

The only words I could muster up were…“Thank you..”

I wiped those tears and they just kept coming as I found the pew with my little family. I looked down at those five faces who I’ve been entrusted with and felt the hub’s arm run along my back and around me for a tight squeeze.

God has given such wisdom to our priests.

Thank you to that little polish priest for reaching into my heart and reminding me of the graces that God has already given me.

Thank you Lord for showing us the importance of the marital bond and the blessings that it bestows on the children.

Thank you Lord for reminding me that you are truly present in the sacrament of Confession and that you know all my sins before I bring them before you.

You desire this little heart to seek you in the “little ways” like St. Therese of Lisieux.

I pray that you find yourself in Confession soon….and that the Lord speaks truth in your heart.

But for today….find the “I do” that the Lord is requiring of you.

God Bless,

Tammi

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pio Prints giveaway!

I could NOT be more excited about these awesome tank shirts from my good friend Maria at Pio Prints.

If you are like me, its always fun to work out with something inspirational on your shirt. These tanks definitely satisfy that need…and can we chat about how comfortable they are?!

I love that they are super soft and have a nice loose feel at the bottom. My daughter, Sweet Pea (about a 12-14 girls) is wearing an Adult small (you can see that it clearly hangs from her), and I have on an Adult Large. I have been told that they are going to be offering the x-small soon. (They currently do not have children’s sizes)

Maria has graciously offered to give away one of these awesome tanks to one of my readers. For those of you who don’t win a shirt or are looking to grab a gift for a friend, you can use code CTDW to get 20% off your order.

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To enter the raffle, click on this link here.

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*Please bear with me as this is my first giveaway. Until I get this “glitch” with the rafflecopter worked out on this blog, You can also go to the  “giveaway” section of my facebook page and enter to win!

God bless,

Tammi

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Redefining your goals by knowing yourself…..

Ok….did that title just make you roll your eyes…or are you eager to read on?

Because…I gotta tell you. It really could go either way. You could feel motivated by setting goals or overwhelmed at the notion of “one more thing” to add to your list……

About 9 years ago, I definitely would have been rolling my eyes and the hubs and I had one of our biggest arguments over this very topic.

Goals.

According to the hubs, it started out pretty innocent…..

I was pregnant with the fashionista and we were about an hour and a half into a three hour ride home, to my parents, in Maryland. We had decided to drive down in the evening, so the kiddos could sleep the whole way. I had just began to doze off when the hubs wanted to “catch up”.

No biggie.

After a few funny stories about the kids over the past few days, the hubs says:

So…let’s chat about what your goals are for the next year? I don’t want you to feel like you are “just a mom”.  I want you to feel like you are growing in every area of your life. What goals do you have? – I kid you not…the man was smiling with support.

All I saw was red.

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Instead of something loving, he got something along the lines of:

Goals??? Goals??? are you freakin’ kidding me right now? “um…yeah…my goal is to not hear my name called for the next two hours.

My goal is to get a quick nap in before this baby cramps up under my ribs again making sleeping impossible. My goal is that Sweet Pea will not wake up crying because she peed her car seat or has to pee when there is no exit in sight…..

My goal is to allow my mom to watch the kiddos while I take naps and “sleep in” at her house. 

My goal is to eat great food and laugh a lot. 

(insert look of horror from my husband)

Yeah…it wasn’t my best moment but it was a honest moment. Sometimes we have these honest moments because we can’t see beyond the murky fog that we live in.

Let’s be honest…murky fog was an understatement for that time in my life. I was living in a tiny two bedroom apartment that we were quickly outgrowing. I found out when DDD was 7 months old that I was pregnant with the fashionista. It was the summer and I was 8 months pregnant…huge and uncomfortable…..

My husband hated his sales job and was always annoyed. We were barely skating by financially and I was always tired.

So…yeah….I didn’t want to be discussing goals. 

I was so tired that I didn’t know if my brain could process anything more intelligent than a grocery list or the most recent Barney episode.

If this situation, describes your current frame of mind….don’t read on! Just stop right here….take a few deep breaths….and go take a nap.

You do not need to discuss your personal goals. At this point, you are in survival mode.

Most likely you have little children who occupy every waking moment of your time or maybe you are in a tough place right now…..take solace in the fact that, most likely, this blog post is a “future” read for you. Maybe “pin” it for later…..;)

Your only goal is to surround yourself with great woman who struggle in “survival mode” like you do. Meet up with them at least twice a month. Sip some tea and laugh while the children destroy the house and you can have some adult conversation. Or…keep your house clean and go out for margaritas…either way…in the words of “Hitch” (Will Smith)…”this is where you live”…survival mode.

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Now…for those of you who have a few hours in your day…maybe you don’t have any babies in diapers…or you have enough time to process more than a grocery list….the rest of this post is for you…

So how do I know that I’m ready to set new goals? How do you go about knowing yourself?

For starters, you spend time thinking and talking about what you want for yourself.

I just recently (like a year ago) started meeting with the hubs over tea/coffee in our sitting room on Saturday mornings. After I make a big breakfast, the hubs and I “retire” into our sitting room and chat. We leave the children to clean up the breakfast table and put away the extra food. It has been heavily communicated that the children are not to interrupt us. We often have planners out, and agendas prepared.

We chat about our week…our frustrations…and things that make us truly happy. We play “footsies” and snuggle under throw blankets. We talk about interesting topics of the week, and things that we want to add to our bucket list. We discuss everything from the birthday present for our godchild…to the newest restaurant to check out.

We talk about where we feel like we are lacking….and what our heart yearns for.

We don’t care about commitments…we make this time happen whether it’s early in the morning or later in the day.

How do I know I’m ready to talk about goals?

Well…my “baby” is four…soon to be five this November. She can play by herself or off with her siblings for long periods of time without requiring my assistance. Am I “done”? I hope not…..but that’s another blog post. It took us three years to get pregnant with Sweet Pea, and instead of spending that time enjoying moments with the hubs, we were saddened and let misery guide us. We’ve decided never again….so…we are enjoying our present “baby free” days.

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I’m not tired. I’m getting great sleep unless I overindulge in too much Netflix or Pure Flix. No nursing babies. No toddlers who don’t sleep. I don’t have early morning risers and my kids enjoy snuggling with me for a few minutes each morning. I can often grab a power nap in the afternoon if I need to.

I’m not overwhelmed.  I have been homeschooling successfully for about 8 years now and have a pretty good hang of it. I’ve lived in the same house for 6 years and I finally have a schedule going that works for our family. The hubs is pretty happy with his new job and still works from home. I have been slowly giving my three oldest more responsibility in the home front which frees up my time as well.

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I’m feeling an inner call to stretch myself.  I have spent plenty of time giving to my little family with little thought of anything else. As my priorities change from one of changing diapers, and  physical dependence to one of mental and spiritual guidance, I have been feeling an inner call to get more involved in a few more things.

So what do I know about myself and how does this translate to my goals?

I like to break my goals down to basic “needs” that I don’t feel like I am having met. These are stirrings in my heart or areas that I’m not happy with. Does this somehow show a lack of understanding on the part of my spouse? Absolutely not. It is his support of me that enables me to look forward and see what areas of my life has been “shelved” by other priorities.

Love for music and a need to have more in my life .

I have recently been working with some musicians in my area to start some praise and worship in our archdiocese. I have longed to be able to offer praise and worship regularly at our parish and getting the musicians lined up has been challenging but I hope rewarding. I have missed the days of cantoring and helping with worship at Franciscan University. Please join me in praying for this endeavor as I feel so many of our youth would benefit from this.

Need to start my own “something”

In June, I took the plunge and became a Thirty-one gifts consultant. I personally love their totes and have purchased several for myself. When I was looking through my facebook friends to see who I knew that sold thirty-one products, I realized that I didn’t know anyone. It seems like a great idea to start as a consultant myself. I was looking for something to make a few hundred dollars a month to offset some family expenses and this seemed like a good fit. Where else could I throw parties with wine and cheese while showing off cute little bags and organizational gifts? We know how much I love my wine. If I’ve sparked your interest, you can look at my website here to see what we offer. Be warned…lots of cute stuff…haha.

Need to better myself

As I look through my facebook photos and instagram shots, it’s hard to dismiss the pattern. The photos are either of my face from the neck up…or of my children. Just recently, a woman offered to take a photo of my husband, son and I when we went hiking and I’m almost embarrassed to show it. Mostly, because I have been packing on weight for years. SO….one of my biggest goals is to take care of me. I feel like there is this young person hiding amongst all this fat and aging bones.  I gotta get in the gym and take back my body and promote better health for myself. I miss the ease of activity. This recent hike almost had me needing an oxygen tank. Trim Healthy Momma is going to be helping me with the healthy eating and the local Y will be kicking my butt in gear.

Need to travel and experience new cultures/history with the kids

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This photo is from our trip to the Northeastern states two summers ago. I’ve always meant to write a blog on that trip and learned so many great tips. It was amazing….10 days covering several states…the ultimate road trip. It’s made our family thirst for more travel. We will be planning several small trips this fall/winter and next summer we are spending two weeks out West! The hubs and I will be heading south for a romantic trip to Georgia in the upcoming weeks and the excitement is on! We love the thrill of new food, and new places.

So my goals are set for the upcoming year. It’s not going to be easy to really dedicate time to each one of these but…I know it will bring me so much peace when i do.

Join me as I “check in” on these goals several times this year.

What about you? What does your heart desire? What goals are within your grasp if you made them a priority?

Go after them….the only thing stopping you…is you.

God bless,

Tammi

 

Happy July 4th!

Happy Fourth of July….a day to celebrate our freedom and the birth of a new nation. Enjoy this old blog….the message is still the same.

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Thankful to all the men and women who fight for the rights that we hold dear. Thankful that my children can grow up in a country where their dad is blessed with work, so they are blessed to not know hunger, or poverty.  A country where they have the right to believe what they believe and stand strong in their convictions.

Blasting from our ipod this morning was Lee Greenwood’s “God Bless the USA”. Such an appropriate song for today, “And I’m proud to be an American where at least I know I’m free. And I won’t forget the men who died who gave that right to me and I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today. Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land….God Bless the USA”.

Wishing you a safe and fun-filled Independence Day!!

God Bless, Tammi

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Embracing a simple summer…..

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“Mom….just ten more minutes to ride my bike”…

“Maybe later”.

“How about you play barbies with me in the basement?

“Maybe later”.

Maybe later….maybe later (sigh)……I can’t tell you how often I’ve used this phrase with my two youngest. I’ll tell you….the “mom guilt” is strong. Strong because, as parents, we constantly are reevaluating our decisions and the life that we are providing our children.

As hard as my children work during the school year, I need to work just as hard to make sure that we “live it up” in the summer. I have spent the past three weeks thinking about this….and all these questions come to mind:

Are my little girls getting the same childhood as their older siblings?

What happened to the simple joys of childhood?……and can I get that back?

If I am going to demand hard work during the school year, I will have to let my kids just “hang out” for the summer…..

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I often think back to the days of creek jumping, and endless picnics. When my oldest wasn’t yet schooling, we filled our days with endless fun. She was too young for school and still too young for structured activities, so our day included afternoon walks with leaf collecting and puddle jumping. I sat in attendance for many a puppet show, or “culinary experience” from our play kitchen. Life wasn’t too “busy” to just have fun and “play” with my children.

And yet…..my little girls fall second to the three older children and their academic success in homeschooling. I know I need to find the balance for this coming fall, but for now…I can plunge right into summer with this simplistic mentality.

So…I made a few phone calls. No piano lessons for the summer. No dance class. Nothing that would require the kids and I to have a schedule.  Two vacation bible schools and one overnight camp…but that’s it. The rest of the summer is totally up to us!

It means late night and late mornings.

It means extra snuggles at bedtime and cuddles in the morning.

It means staying late at the pool and grabbing takeout for dinner.

It means last minute playdates with friends, and endless nights on the porch.

So….how exactly will we spend our summer? I’ve got a few ideas……

So I have decided to include a printable of some simple summer suggestions here:

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It’s my first free printable!  Trust me as I learn how to perfect these…they will get better. haha

Take a few minutes to print off that printable and let your mind start sailing off…..

So that you can enjoy having beach days and surfing parties:

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Or maybe your kids can ride in a space ship…made of table chairs…

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or stay in your pajamas and play….

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Life’s too short to spend your summer driving kids around to activities. Spend your days cuddling in the sun, and picking yummy fruit.

Spend your summer days reminding your kids how make fun YOU ARE!!!

Allow yourself to “slow down” and soak in the laughter of your children.

God bless,

Tammi