Rest In Peace Little Red Headed Girl

(2001-2025)

Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, pray for all the vilomahs and forgotten mourners. Amen.

Remembering My Beautiful Mother

Exactly nine months ago, my beautiful, strong, brave mother entered eternal rest.
She suffered terribly the last month of her life. The last week still tortures my soul. There were good things that happened when we were all together once her care plan changed due to a significant change in her neurological status. We prayed a Rosary and Divine Mercy Chaplet together, the cousins got to spend time together, we took turns cooking and shopping, and spent lots of time pampering Mom.
Grief has weighed heavy on me, I have days when I'm in slow motion. Everything takes longer, I wake up all through the night. I had stopped remembering our dreams, after Mom died, I started remembering my dreams again.
A few days ago, I turned on the vacuum from Mom and Dad's house. The filtered air smelled like vinegar and Fabulosa with a hint of Brazos river dirt. That olfactory memory brought a wave of heavy emotion.
Mom's birthday was yesterday, I wore her jewelry, bright colors, her Birkenstocks, Number Two Daughter and I went to Mass and we went out to eat to celebrate her.
Happy Nana Day!
Some of her favorite foods were hamburgers, peanut butter crackers, Fritos, strawberry Yoplait yogurt, hot dogs, and Dr. Pepper. She also made the best fried chicken, chicken-fried steak, potato salad, chicken and dumplings, and cherry dump cake!
Have a Nana meal, go to church, wear bright colors, do some gardening, and call the people you love to celebrate Mom's first birthday with Jesus.

Spots

It has been a rough year for our family. Poppie died in December, Smart Puppy (16 year old poodle,) died in April, Poppie's orange and white kitty died in May and his sweet old cat, Spots, died last week.

 
Spots was a special kitty, he was a giant harlequin bicolor cat that lived longer than any other cat ever had on the farm. He hung out on a couch or chair most of the time over the past few years as Poppie slowed down and Nana went from walking to the wheelchair to the bed. He was happy to lay next to her, but scratches happened and he was mostly a couch potato instead of a lap cat. Spots was smart, if it was too hot or too cold outside, he knew how to get inside the house through the little attic door. He made himself at home until he was discovered and relocated downstairs or outside.
Spots disappeared for months one time, and Poppie was sure he was gone for good. We will never know if someone took him and he found his way home, if he lived off the land (field mice and squirrels,) or if he had another home for a while and returned to Nana and Poppie's for good.
Poppie had him neutered, fed him stinky pate canned food, and cleaned the litter boxes when Nana couldn't do it anymore. As he got older, Poppie never wanted him to go outside, he worried that something would happen to him.
After Poppie died in December, the cats were outside more than inside. He would come inside to eat his morning and night can of food, sit on the couch or bed, and then go back outside.
I go to see Nana almost every week, when I can't, Number One daughter will go. She has some funny videos of Spots opening the big, heavy door, coming in through the attic door, and sitting in her lap and making her gag with his carrion flatulence. I had been seeing him less and less but was assured that he came to the house to eat with the other cats at night.
Two weeks ago, I made the trip by myself. At least one of the kids usually comes with me, but Number One son was working, Number Two Son and Number Two daughter had a summer cold with a cough. Since it was Father's Day weekend, I planned to get up early and drive to Veterans Memorial in Houston. I packed up my bags and went to the window to close the curtains. I saw Spots on the step of the pool. I rushed outside to check on him and sure enough, he was thin and not using one of his back legs. When he wouldn't eat more than a few bites, I knew he needed to go to the Vet. I firmly believed that my Daddy chose the animal lover (me) to take care of his beloved kitty. I drove home to Austin instead of the cemetery on Father's Day. He curled up on the passenger seat in a big fluffy towel and stayed there all the way home. I couldn't imagine what happened to Spots. I thought maybe a big bird had dropped him in the pool. At some point, I remembered that Spots was a swimming cat! He got in the pool on his own, but how he got hurt was still a mystery.
Hubby is the best pet nurse! He sat outside and watched him scoot around in the flower beds. Spots ate a few bites of food, but not much. He drank some water and got comfy in a crate.
I dropped him off at the Vet Tuesday morning. I wrote a 2-page biography and attached this picture (May of 2024.) He had a broken leg with an infection that might need to be amputated and a large abscess on his hip. Considering his age and condition, his bloodwork was good. Spots was dehydrated and in pain. The next day they sedated him and cleaned out the access, and sent a fluid sample to make sure he was on the right antibiotic. His pelvis and ribs were not broken. The Vet was fairly certain that he had been attacked by a dog. The daily phone calls from the vet were about the same, he didn't have much of an appetite. Monday morning the vet called and told me that he had passed away. I was in shock, she was crying, we all wanted him to pull through. I was so confused, why would Poppie orchestrate me finding Spots only for him to die? This haunted me all week long. I believe my Dad is in heaven, as far as I know, he died in a state of grace. I felt like this was mean-spirited and hurtful, but saints in heaven aren't mean. I was in the car with Number Two son and he asked how I was doing. He is the most theological of the kids and he shared his perspective. Poppie didn't want Spots to die alone in the woods. I made sure he was with people. The Vet and Vet techs had been holding him and loving on him all week. He was not alone.
When we were growing up on a farm, sometimes a beloved cat or dog would disappear and we would never know what happened to them. Years later, Nana told us that she or Poppie found them dead and didn't tell us to spare our feelings. The result of not knowing what happened resulted in fear, trauma, nightmares, tummy aches, and bad conduct grades for "daydreaming." I believe Poppie apologized to me from heaven by letting me KNOW what happened to Spots.
We buried Spots yesterday, he got to go home to Pattison. 

National Eucharistic Pilgrimage







On May 29, 2024, Number 2 son, Rainbow Baby and I drove two hours to meet up with the National Eucharistic PilgrimageNational Eucharistic Pilgrimage in ElCampo, Texas.
I saw this as a once in a lifetime opportunity that I was not going to miss. My biggest regret is NOT going to San Antonio to see St. Pope John Paul II. I was in graduate school and didn't think I could get away.
Poppie had family in ElCampo, we used to go visit a few times a year and when we got to their house, his aunt served us homemade doughnuts! When Nana and Poppie were dating, she would go to church in ElCampo, sometimes the Mass was not in English! I think it was in Czech, but it might have been in German or Polish, I'm still researching the churches.
The National Eucharistic Pilgrimage website said that the procession, "Christ in the Countryside," was starting at  St. Robert Bellarmine Catholic Church and ending at St. Philip the Apostle Catholic Church nope, it was the other way around! We made it to St. Philip's at about 6:05 and we quietly creeped into a pew for Adoration. It was exactly as it should be, all of us down on our knees in Adoration. The short procession between St. Philip's and St. Robert's began and a wave of calmness and belonging came over me. We were walking with Jesus and it just felt right. We prayed the Rosary in English, Spanish, and Vietnamese! 

The walkthrough ElCampo was lovely, people were sitting in their front yard greeting us and one very memorable gulf coast accented, "God Bless you all!"

As we finished the short walk at St. Robert's, the church bells were ringing and ringing! We found a place to sit after the Pastor and Deacon tapped people on the shoulders and had them move to the aisles. After another period of Adoration, the Pastor announced that there would be Mass! One of the Pilgrims was a Franciscan priest who grew up as a Protestant in Dallas, Texas. The bilingual Mass was beautiful and Father's homily about St. Anthony and the donkey were especially memorable, I love that story! 

After Mass, the Pastor invited everyone for a potluck meal in the Parish Hall! This was certainly a blessing for us since I had $16 in my wallet to feed the three of us before driving two hours home. Number Two son ate beans, rice, pork, green stuff, red stuff, pizza, and fried dough! He kept going back for more! Rainbow Baby and I had the most amazing cucumber lime agua fresca. She found fruit and rice to eat and I had some Mac-and-cheese, garlic bread, fruit, and fried dough. 

We met some people who had driven in from Victoria and they offered to drive us back to St. Philip's (where our car was parked.)

I am so glad we went, it was an amazing adventure with my two youngest and Jesus.

"Then children were brought to him that he might lay his hands on them and pray. The disciples rebuked them, but Jesus said, "Let the children come to me, and do not prevent them; for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."

Matthew 19:13-14

Dad and Pets

"You're just like your Dad," is something I have heard in one particular instance. I am admittedly an animal rescuer and animal lover. Growing up, we always had pets, they were outside dogs, cats, and the occasional horse or pony. As we got older, we would sneak cats into our bedrooms and when we were living on our own, our house pets would vacation on the farm when we traveled. Daddy was a life-long animal lover and an animal rescuer before Wonder Pets and Go Diego, Go! His birthday is the first week of November, which is also National Animal Rescue Week.
Many, many friends, neighbors, and acquaintances have a beloved pet from the farm. Everyone knew that if their circumstances changed, there was a money-back guarantee and any cat or dog that came from the farm could be returned. Every cat had a place to live out its life and dogs that could be mentored would work along with his pack of blue heelers. His first blue heeler, Banjo, was a retired circus dog who was injured in the line of duty. He lived a full life out on the farm and when his arthritis made it impossible for him to herd the cattle, Reagan loaded him up in the Gator and Banjo would supervise his team and herd the cows from Reagan's lap. Some memorable dogs were Butch, his Catahoula cow dog that would joyfully ride on top of bundles of papers or in the front seat of the truck; Prissy Pricilla, our childhood poodle, Crissy, Mom's little-lap dog that loved Daddy with a passion; and Tootsie, Mom's Shorkie that divided her time between Mom's lap and rides on the gator with the farm dogs.
When Dad sat down in his Lazy Boy chair or laid down on the couch for a little shuteye, his cats, Spots and Buddy, or his dogs, JJ, Dot Dot, and Little Angel were not far away. As time went by, the "no indoor pets" rule was replaced with companion pets all the time.
He loved his big cows as much as his cats and dogs. His herd of Charolais cattle knew his whistle and would come running when they heard his tune. Mom and Dad's bottle- fed momma cow, Snowball, lived long enough to move from Jersey Village to Pattison. When she died along with several others the first winter, he took her to Texas A&M to discover frozen Johnson Grass is deadly. From that point on, his cows got hay and bags and bags for specialty formulated food in the winter. When a cow would get stuck in the mud and require rest and recuperation, he provided it. More than once, he did physical therapy with a cow hoisted up in a sling. He helped calves enter the world with arms greased up with Crisco, if a mother cow couldn't feed her calf, he would bottle-

feed it and make it a pet. His bottle babies would bunk down with the dogs for the night and meet him at the front door in the morning.
Daddy loved dogs and cats and shared the love through all the animals that originated or ended up on the farm. We all have pets that came from Pattison. When my kids were little, we had to check bags, boxes, under the seats, and inside jackets to make sure Poppie didn't send home a kitten or puppy every time we visited. Our dog Ginger was a farm dog. We had had her for about six months when she visited Pattison with us. When it came time to leave, she was nowhere to be found. We looked for her for hours, but John and I had to drive home to Austin. The next day, a Monday, I taught my middle school catechism students at church, and we all prayed that Ginger would be found. Tuesday, when I got home from work, she was in our backyard! Dad found her, drove her to Austin, left her in our backyard, and headed home without a word. When I told the students the following week that our prayers had been answered and Ginger was home, they couldn't believe it!
If there was a particular dog or cat that he thought belonged with a certain someone, he wouldn't ask permission, many times Dad would drive across the city to Mamaw's or Aunt Fannie's houses, put a dog or cat over the fence, stick a Houston chronicle in the box, and head home. Mamaw, Aunt Fannie, and Uncle Marvin all knew his calling card.
He had a lot in common with St. Francis, Dad could most certainly talk to animals! We all talk to our pets, and we know they understand us. Dad was born on 11/4, one month to the day after the feast of St. Francis's and if you know my dad, you know that he was late most of his life. St. Francis was certainly part of Dad's saint squad.
When we left early on a Tuesday morning for Dad's burial, Jessie forgot her doll, Lily. She ran inside, grabbed Lily, locked the door and we went to Pattison. We arrived home the same night around 11:00PM, as soon as we drove into the driveway, we saw a cat and then noticed that the door was open. John and Luke headed in first, no one kicked in the door. Jessie immediately started crying, "It is my fault, I was the last one out." I walked in and noticed that Einstein, our 15-year-old, deaf, blind, and arthritic poodle was missing. He wasn't in the house, he wasn't in the yard, he was nowhere to be found. We saw him on the security camera several times wandering around the yard, but we couldn't find him. I posted him lost everywhere! I think I finally fell asleep around

3:00 AM, I woke up at 5:00 AM and walked the neighborhood, but still no Einstein. I retraced the routine walk in our neighborhood, as I entered the San Jose church parking lot next to our house, I prayed, "Daddy, it would give me so much peace if you would help us find Einstein." Austin's huge network of animal rescuers helped us locate him; we were so thankful that he was ok. I know that my dad, St. Francis, and all the animals waiting for me on the other side of the rainbow bridge helped Einstein make his way home.
Late on December 8, 2023, there was a big party with fireworks at the Rainbow Bridge. Butch and Banjo led the pack of dogs, cats, cows, pigs, chickens, emus, bunnies, donkeys, ponies, turtles, raccoons, goats, bobcats, Foxy the fox, and a little chipmunk.

Who did you ask to pray for you?

Rainbow Baby had a blister inside her mouth, it looked like an abscess so we headed to the dentist. I made the appointment yesterday, they fit her in today. It was not a bad abscess, it resulted from a baby tooth eroding and a permanent tooth pushing through. The treatment is a prescription mouth was that cost $4.00. The dentist co-pay was $8.00, so for our financially struggling family, it was a true blessing! GREAT news!
When we got to the car, I asked Rainbow Baby what Saints we needed to thank for praying for her. Her first response was a friend that died four years ago. He was 5 when he died, she had just turned 6. It took my breath away and then she said she asked the babies in heaven to pray for her too! Some days I feel like a complete failure as a Catholic parent. Today, was not one of them. I'm so glad she knows what to do when she is sick or worried. I hope and pray she and her older siblings always remember that we are never alone and that we have known and unknown saints praying for us.

St. Joseph’s Salad

This salad sounds strange and I'm not sure how it came together, but the kids love it, especially if I use the hearts or romaine instead of the whole head. We have called it St. Joseph's Salad because we love it and everyone we share it with loves it too!

1 head of romaine lettuce
1 granny smith apple peeled and sliced
1 can chickpeas
1/3 cup sweetened, dried cranberries
1-2 T raw, shelled sunflower seeds (optional)

Vinaigrette:
1 ounce canola oil
1 ounce apple cider vinegar
1 T. sugar
pinch of salt
sprinkle of garlic powder
sprinkle of onion powder

Slice the lettuce how you like it, toss the apple, drained chick peas, craisins and seeds on top. Mix the vinaigrette well, pour it over the salad and toss.

St. Joseph, Terror of Demons, THANK YOU!

My COVID19 test was negative! My sweet family was joyful and relieved when we got the news. My gift was truly feeling appreciated.
I am very thankful that I don't have that awful disease. I still have a very nasty upper respiratory virus that is wreaking havoc on my sleep. Since I have been coughing for almost a week, I'm completely exhausted. I have trouble sleeping at night because once I get settled, I start to cough, I get the cough settled by drinking water and then I have to get up and go to the bathroom and the cycle continues. Last night was especially hard because Number One Daughter was in and out of her room all night getting beverages and going to the bathroom and I awoke to cat fights and a full clowder sleeping all over me. I barely made it through my 4 hour work day. My head was pounding. I took a Benadryl, Tylenol and was able to take my first restful nap in a week! I really thought the good news would help me sleep last night. I am 52 years old, I can never remember a cough or cold with a fever lasting over a couple of days. I am on day 5! I still feel as awful as I did three days ago when I went in for testing. At least two people pointed out that COVID19 tests occasionally are false negatives. I don't need to hear that! It is Divine Mercy Novena Week, I am choosing to Trust in Jesus that negative is negative.
One of Hubby's work friends from 20 years ago brought us a pot of homemade soup last night. A gift of love humbly accepted.
As we were doing our spiritual walk tonight, it occurred to me that my deepening relationship with Holy, Powerful St. Joseph has been the gift from this awful season.
Please keep me in and my family your prayers, I'm pretty grumpy when I'm sick. Right now, we have 50% of our house sick. I hope and pray that everyone else stays well and we get over soon!

Quarantine 2020

We need your prayers. Number One Daughter (15) and I have been running a fever since Saturday. On Monday, I called the CommUnityCare hotline, was able to immediately talk to someone and get referred for COVID19 testing (due to symptoms and my zip code.) I'll know the results in 3-5 days. (If I'm positive, they assume she is also.)
Self-quarantining in a 1100sq/ft house with 6 people hasn't been easy. There is a learning curve which has been especially hard for Rainbow Baby (7.)
Number One Daughter and I are usually the healthy ones, we need prayers of protection for Rainbow Baby, Number One Son and especially Hubby, he has an IgG immune deficiency and diabetes.
Waiting for results and self assessing my symptoms day to day is very difficult. I actually feel ok, I have lots of experience dealing with a cough. The past few days have been filled with guilt, sorrow and extreme worry. I think fatigue has me going to the "what if" place. I am a devotee to the message of the Divine Mercy and the irony of getting sick this week is not lost on me: 774 + O my Jesus, I understand well that , just as illness is measured with a thermometer, and a high fever tells us the seriousness of the illness, so also, in the spiritual life, suffering is the thermometer which measures the love of God in a soul. I can't go to confession and our parish priests don't have PPE, so I can't get annointed. No Mass, no Eucharist, no confession, no annointing.
I am a healthcare provider very familiar with universal precautions. I have been wearing a mask and sanitizing myself, grocery cart and groceries. We live in 78704, one of the Hot Zones. For the past two weeks I went into a single office which I sanitized before and after I used it. All of these things and I still got sick. It might just be a cold, I'm praying for the grace of a cold!
We need healing prayers and prayers of protection for the people in my little house who are not sick.
Jesus, I Trust You!

Quarantine

I am sad. When I get sad, I freeze up and when I can do anything, I make an effort to do something for others. A week of no money, a sick family, no Mass and doomsday predictions makes it hard for me to breathe!
Rainbow Baby, Number One Daughter and I walked the Stations of the Cross late tonight/this AM. The 24 hour Adoration Chapel is locked and the parking lot is empty. Of all the things that upset me about this pandemic, empty churches really squeeze my heart.
God, you are the Divine Physician, we need a miracle, YOU can end this pandemic and fill Your churches again!

Spiritual Warfare
It is the day before Thanksgiving. We have two vehicles. Usually, one is road worthy. In the past 2 months, we have replaced 2 tires, a few days ago, the TPMS light went off in the van and I discovered a screw in one of the older tires. Yesterday, Hubby went to get an oil change and they told him the serpentine belt was in bad shape and needed to be replaced. We've done this before, not easy, but DIY-able. It has turned into a 2-day project with multiple trips to the parts store, hours of YouTube videos, phone calls and text messages.  I expected when I got back from getting the tire replaced this morning that we would be ready to go. It is the busiest travel day of the year, there are no vans available to rent. Our other vehicle needs brakes and a fuel pump. It is not safe for a 2 plus hour drive in Thanksgiving traffic. This sucks... I am supposed to cook Thanksgiving dinner at my parents' tomorrow. Nana has a very aggressive degenerative brain disease,  so this might be our last Thanksgiving. 😥 Poppie is ready to bring a truck with a tow bar, but Hubby and Number One Son will keep trying.  One might expect that I would be angry or sad, I am just numb.
I am very distracted, I'm having trouble focusing on anything. Now would be a good time to pray and ask for heavenly assistance. I am seriously doing the best I can, I have so many worries and the evil one continues to make life so very difficult for us. 
Pray for us!

Sancte Michael Archangele,

defende nos in proelio;

contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium.

Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur:

tuque, Princeps militiae Caelestis,

satanam aliosque spiritus malignos,

qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo,

divina virtute in infernum detrude.

Amen.

Michael the Archangel by Guido Reni, Santa Maria della Concezione, Rome, 1636

A prayer for Mom

I asked my mother this week if she had a special saint she asked to intercede for her when she was struggling, she gave me a strange look and said, "Mary," like I should have known that! We couldn't quite come up with which vision of Mary she sees, we will explore this further, in the future.
This is a picture of the Althea bush in front of my parents' kitchen. My Mom loves this prayer, I think this is what we will continue to say for her healing. I had copies of this printed to pass out to friends and family but CVS cropped the words so I'll need to do it again.

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

7/16/19 is a day seared in my memory forever. It is the day that we found out that the conditions of aging plaguing my mother were worse than we thought: Corticobasal Degeneration. The rug was pulled out from under me. I knew she had aphasia, memory loss and mild cognitive difficulties but I never expected a Parkinson's plus diagnosis. Reading about the course of the disease made things worse. Mom is 80, well outside the diagnosis for CBD and 10 years past the expected life span. Mom has a good attitude and wants to get better, that is the plan. She will get established with a home health agency and get some much needed speech therapy. She will get Physical Therapy to build her strength and take medications to manage symptoms. Planning ahead is heart-wrenching. Mom is on her own timeline, CBD doesn't know who it is dealing with. Mom is a very strong, resilient woman. It is her family that needs stronger faith and prayers of peace.

I refuse to believe that my mother's life will end unable to speak, understand and physically incapacitated. I DO believe in miracles and will continue to pray for a miracle for my mother!

O my Jesus, you have said: "Truly I say to you, heaven and earth will pass away but my words will not pass away." Encouraged by your infallible words I now ask for the grace of a complete and miraculous healing of Nana. Amen.

https://rarediseases.org/rare-diseases/corticobasal-degeneration/

Good News!

When I went for my annual exam, the MD told me that my insurance would pay for BRCA genetic testing. Two of my Aunts and one cousin are breast cancer survivors. Last Fall, one of my Aunts had two surgeries and radiation for a second breast cancer diagnosis, 22 years after the first one. She does not carry the BRCA genes but has a variant.
I found out today that I do not carry the BRCA1, BRCA2 or have a variant BRCA gene! A little bit of stress was lifted from my shoulders. It is crazy how I didn't even know I was carrying the stress until it was lifted! Many thanks to Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

Rest In Peace, sweet Jonny

Eternal rest grant unto him O Lord and may eternal light shine upon him, may his soul and the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest In Peace. Amen.

We had a tragedy in our Catholic homeschool community last week. Rainbow Baby's 5 year old friend died suddenly of sepsis. I've been friends with his Mom for about ten years, this is unexpected and heartbreaking, there are no words, none. This lovely family has five more children (15, 12, 9, 7 and 1) Seeing there sad faces today at the funeral was gut wrenching.

From the time Rainbow Baby and Jonny were very little, their siblings called them sweethearts. As loving, outgoing and joyful as Jonny was, I suspect he had more than one "girlfriend."

 

We have been told that he died from sepsis. Sepsis is scary and looks like so many other benign medical conditions.

https://youtu.be/7f_FxKGEk4E

Saint Jonathan Michael, pray for us!

Another Sad Mother’s Day

For the past several years, Mother's Day has been filled with overwhelming sadness. I can't quite figure out the source of my sadness.
I am more of a gift-of-service person than anything else, so I am usually very happy when the kids clean the kitchen and make me cards. I ask for a clean kitchen or good church behavior for my birthday and mother's day. I did hint that I wanted New baking racks and a canister set, but suggested it for my birthday. I don't think it isn't because I didn't "get" anything. Yesterday, Number One Son rode his bike to H-E-B and bought me three doughnuts and cleaned the kitchen and took care of the entire set of cast iron. I got sweet cards from Number One Daughter, Number Two Son and Rainbow Baby. My MIL sent me a sweet musical e card and FaceBook was filled with greetings and Mother's Day Love. I talked to my Mom for almost an hour on the phone. I miss her, we haven't been able to visit because the Suburban has transmission problems and my spare tire is flat.
Yesterday, at Mass, our baby Priest talked asked for prayers for mothers of miscarried babies, babies lost to abortion and those struggling with infertility. I wonder if my sadness has to do with the children I didn't get to "mother?"
I guess I have to be ok with not knowing, this is hard, but I've had lots of practice.

Cap 2K!

Number One Son swam the #Cap2K last week.
He has almost always been "The Little Engine That Could" when it comes to swimming.
The night before the swim, I was reflecting on one of his first experiences in the swimming pool. He was wearing a white bucket hat, lots of sunscreen and turquoise baby swim trunks. He jumped right out of my arms and SANK! He had no protective mechanism at all!! I grabbed him right away but it felt like it was happening in slow motion. He had 3 summers of swim lessons and the next year, we bought him a snorkel mask and snorkel and that summer he could swim non-stop for hours. The next summer, we practiced swimming with goggles and no snorkel and put him on the City of Austin Swim Team. Summer League Swim team has been so good for him. He still struggles with dyspraxia, but he has figured out how to swim efficiently, slow and steady.
As he swam under us, an overwhelming sense of relief and pride overtook me, I couldn't talk, I just wanted to race down to the finish line to see him and congratulate him for a job well done.

Homeschool Blessings

Today is our Homeschool Blessing Mass. We have been homeschooling for close to 10 years!
The year after we started homeschooling, I coordinated my first Blessing Mass. I had no idea what I was doing!!
It was much easier this year and last. I a so very thankful for the beautiful families that the Holy Spirit has placed in my path. I really miss the families that I met when we first started homeschooling and the wonderful K4J families and park day friends. How am I going to create similar memories for my caboose? I find it increasingly difficult to find social outlets for her. I know people with children her age but our schedules don't match up (or it is a common/reoccurring fear that my kids' behavior and our food allergies have alienated us from everyone.)
A long time ago when our lives were in turmoil, a beloved priest told us to "circle the wagons" and focus on our little family. Ever since then, it has been very, very difficult to join or return to normalcy.

Jesus I Trust You!

Have a Day

Reconciling Peace and Fear

Eight years ago, my community of Catholic homeschoolers  were very worried about the future of our country. I didn't sleep for days because I was so worried about the future. At the time, I had no idea that our health insurance would cost more than a mortgage payment; police officers would be targets of violence; Christian small businesses would bullied into closing and forced into buying morally unacceptable heath insurance; and Nuns that take care of the dying would be forced to buy birth control and abortion inducing drugs. President Obama appointed Supreme Court judges that made their opinions about supporting abortion well known.

I am a bit confused by the riots and protests only in that, we didn't riot 8 years ago. Why should they? Is it really going to make a difference? 

I tried to calm the fear and judgement in my 3rd Grade RE Class last night. The president can't do some of the things that social media (and I use that term very loosely) says he is going to do. We just need to be patient and trust Jesus. It is still the year of Mercy, let us give and receive Mercy.

#JesusITrustYou

http://addhoneybee.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-born-worrier.html?m=1