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Monday, September 22, 2008

survived the dance or no-dance debate

Today is Monday. Last week was stressful trying to decide if our daughter could go to her very first school dance. She really wanted to go. Of course she did! We weren't so sure she really knew what she was wanting to go to. In theory it sounds harmless and fun, I wish it always could be. But 18 year old boys, crazy music, dark room, 18 year old boys........ I mean she's only 14. When is it ever a good idea to let your 14 year old daughter be alone with 18 year old boys? After much discussion about what could possily go on, mostly from her Fathers view point, he was an 18 year old boy afterall, we decided to not let her go to this one. She was ok with the decision and even had a few friends her also weren't allowed to go. She did however get to go to the football game with some friends and managed to come home with shin splints! I know! Shinsplints from "watching" a football game? I guess they did a little more walking around than actually watching the game. "crush" update; They are just good friends, he may actually have feelings for another girl. phewww! although they text eachother now and she is finding more out about him, like that he hunts, rides motorbikes, looks cute in a baseball hat.....wait a minute, this sounds like the way I describe her father. Oh, lifes little paybacks, if you could only see them coming to prepare yourself. But then maybe we wouldn't need Jesus so much and trust in His plans for our lives. That's what I'm doing now, needing and trusting Him!

Friday, September 12, 2008

Friday-Finally!

Friday-Finally! This has been the longest week ever.......... (daughter says; Mom, hasn't this week gone so fast!) She says her favorite class so far is Science! I hate science, so I took that as another good sign that so far this was a good decision. Her 2 best friends have been thrilled with her going to school with them, and she's already made lots of new friends. She's always made friends so easy, she's so happy and outgoing and fun to be around. Thursday she called from school and wanted to go over to her new friend's house...... What?? What about us? Doesn't she know we look forward to her coming home all day long? It's the highlight of our day! Of course I didn't say any of that. I calmly said that today probably wasn't the best day. I also didn't say that I had no idea who this family was, that their house could have hidden mold in the walls, they could have a pit bull, or a cute older brother who loves girls with curly hair..... Yes I honestly thought about all that. And now it's friday and she has plans to go over to one of her B.F.'s house and stay the night. Her sisters were not too happy about that. They wouldn't see her for almost two whole days. I know exactly how they feel, but I put on a brave face and remind them( and me) to be happy for her and tell them we'll have lots of time to spend with her. I'm not sure what this new year will hold for all of us, but I do know that God holds us in the palm of His hand, and knowing that feels amazing! Did I mention that she already has a crush on a boy?????????????????????????????????

Background info.

I am a married, homeschooling mom of 3 girls. I started homeschooling my oldest daughter when she was in Kindergarten. I didn't do it because I thought I had some better way of teaching her, it was because I liked her and liked spending my day with her. I wasn't ready to let her go off for hours at a time and let somebody else enjoy her. Her sisters came and I felt the same about them. So, we became a homeschooling family. 9 years later I still feel the same, my oldest daughter however does not. So, we let her go to public High School. That's what you're suppose to do right? Let them go, spread their wings and all that........for me, it's easier said than done! I started this blog to keep our family and friends up to date, but also to help myself. Maybe if I write all my fears, worries, and wierd things I think about down, I'll be able to let go just a little bit easier.