my son the almost Doctor

Nature does nothing in vain. Therefore, it is imperative for persons to act in accordance with their nature and develop their latent talents, in order to be content and complete.

                                                                                                                    ― Aristotle

I’ve kind of left my blog behind.  I’m gonna be honest though, I write on it all the time in my head.  I miss the words on screen.  I miss the gift counting for real. 

Here’s happy news. 

The philosopher is close to being an almost doctor.  Truth be told: he has wanted this higher education since he realized it was a thing.   He was 12 years old. He has always been a deep thinker, deep reader, searching for more.  I feel like if we didn’t fall into homeschooling, this kid would have been an atheist.  And because we knew little – we would have been okay with that.  But, he isn’t. He is Catholic strong.  He knows his faith. He lives his faith with that brown eyed girl by his side. They both work hard to make it all come true.  My heart grows when I think of it. 

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He wants to teach in Catholic colleges to seminarians. . . Ethics and Philosophy. They say the Church is going to hell.  I say, there is hope.  The sons & daughters of the church are rising up.  I see them. I know more of them like him: his brother, his sister, his friends. . . that brown-eyed girl.   The list is long. 

The next thing, at the end of summer he’s off to CUA to study that doctorate.   The first 100 times he said it, I ask him what CUA stood for and he would smile and say, “Catholic University of America, Mom.”  

and I smile big because – I’m his mom. 

and 

He blows us away.

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Gifts

fourth of July with family and friends

warm banana bread I can eat

babies reaching

little love jealous when she see arms full of another little love

my morning snapchats of sweet blue eyes

watermelon turtles

summer breezes

phone calls of friends “just checking in”

happy to see me

aunt and cousins down to visit

kicking off the birthday week with cake

a first-time taste of Brandy.

he reaches out when I walk by

 

 

 

the light

My self employed, multi talented, fisherman husband wore his electrical hat the other night, and has begun to repair this wagon wheel light for one of our much loved customers.  wagon-wheelWhen he walked away to get another tool, and I saw how he had laid things out I couldn’t help myself. I moved the table into the stream of light coming through the window, plopped down the plant and started shooting. 

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summer news

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 It’s officially – the philosopher is a real philosopher now.  We have the proof in writing,  and it’s in latin.   He graduated in May. Our trip to Kansas was a dream come true  for me – all of us piled into the car, healthy and happy making the 1000 mile trip to collect our oldest son and see him walk in that cap and gown. For this son the summer brings: outside work in the 100 degree heat of pressure washing, yard work, fixing fences, watching over past employers who have grown old and gray, seminars and diligent studying for the next step in his college life.  

Charming is vigorous in his studies too, and has elected summer school for himself. He tells me he’s afraid if he takes the summer break he may not want to start up again. You see, school has never been his thing. But, this thing called studying – he has learned to embrace; he studies, and studies, and studies so one would never know his truth. His true love is working with his hands. He’s an artist, a people person.  He knows he must pay the debt now and get the job called schooling done.  

The girl who loves music has graduated from our little homeschool, being the third graduate under this roof. This girl, the girl who just graduated from high school two weeks ago, the girl who loves music has 27 college credits under her belt.  She plans to continue at the local college and earn her first degree – just as her brothers have done. All to soon we will be packing up the car to take her to the college of her choice.  She has started working at a little pizza shop, and you know what?  She likes it.  Of course she does – there must be music playing in the restaurant. 

The girl with the dancing feet is on a break because the dancing school is closed for the month of June.  She’s getting itchy though and has started to practice by moving tables and chairs and embracing her tap shoes once again – tapping on anything that makes a sound.  Tap . . . Tap . . . Tap

The fisherman is still doing so very well – transplant – (that’s Emory talk for our team of organ transplant doctors who watch over the fisherman)  are watching very closely. They are still calling for blood work every week or two. We make the 150 mile trip grabbing coffee in the early morning ride . .. . get stuck in the early morning commute  – he gives the sample with a smile, and then back on the road grabbing lunch at any new little joint we can find . . . and then home by 4. 

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Gifts 

425.) paying bills on time

426.) knowing what’s right

427.) everyone home working together

428.) clean cars

429.) doctors watching so close

430.) girls who can do shopping

431.) love notes from little hands

432.) doors wide open

433.) books to read

434.) coloring time with my girl

435.) phone calls for work

436.) people always asking . . . how is he?

437.) the answer . . . he’s so good

438.) new beginnings

439.) hard working hands

440.) people who really love me

441.) tapping

Plans in 2015

Christmas came and went like a whirlwind with sparkling lights all around.  It came on so fast I didn’t quite finish my decorating. 

Because of everything we have had going on in our lives I put down my camera and just soaked in the season. Even though I am known to always be clicking, I have grown to believe there are somethings you just need to enjoy away from your lens.

and it was a beautiful Christmas with our house filled with family. . . love, and joy

Tree signed

It’s been four months now since transplant, and even though we are on high alert for calls from Emory and ready to go with bags half packed because of rejection, infection and so on –  we are starting to get down to the business of living.  Pretransplant making plans was something we learned to do without.  Sometimes just living the day to day was all we could do. And yes, 2014 was one of the toughest years we have had with many obstacles in our path – it was also the best year of our lives with more blessings than we could ever deserve or even count.  Now that the Fisherman can breath, and the heart beats like it should we are spinning with not only relief but,  ideas of: bike rides, hikes, graduations – yes two – a hopeful trip to Benedictine to see our son the philosopher walk in that cap and gown.

The girl who loves music will graduate too. She will graduate from our little homeschool high school this year of 2015. Our little school has very quietly seen two others graduate just as she will . . . with several college classes tucked neatly under their belts.

I couldn’t be more proud of the work we have done.

and I think I’ll probably cry. . . because as their mother, and their teacher from the past 12 years, I know the work, the worry,  the tears. . .the fear of wondering – if we had the right material, if they knew the right things, and then of course the big one – if the Fisherman would get to see these days of graduation ahead. These days he worked so hard for so I could stay home and teach.  The day when the last of our original homeschool three would be finished with high school and all that work would be done.

Secretly, I had wondered if the Fisherman would see the Philosopher take that walk to his college degree.  I had wondered how I would go by myself because a wife knows her husband . . . and knows when he’s not doing well.  She just knows . . . and holds her breath.

2015 holds the future for this family of six. . .  “Life is for the Living” I was told my uncle once said . . . . AND the living can make plans for the future. 

and that’s the simple buzz around here. 

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1001 gifts

332.) cold rainy days when everyone is home . . . and things seem ordinarily normal

333.) the tallest of us all cleaning the stove. . . even though he has taken the stove completely apart – I am happy he is working hard. Always thinking that Stevie Wonder of ours

334.) the philosopher working with the one who loves everyone on the fishtank – he’s always teaching

335.) the fisherman eating anything he wants

336.) the girl who loves music running the vacuum

337.) quite days

338.) rain falling on tin

339.) days so rainy you don’t want to go out

the Boxcar Children

Nothing warms a mother’s heart more then walking into a room and seeing her seven year old engrossed in a book. 

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and if you’re the one that taught her to read those words in that book . . . your heart just sings. 

  Yay! for “the Boxcar Children”   She can’t put these books  down. 

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1.) I am grateful she has a love for reading.

2.) I am grateful I was the one  to teach her to read.  If you know me, you would know how much I struggled with reading when I was a kid. It was so hard for me.  I struggled, struggled, and struggled some more,  AND now. . .  to be the teacher  IT just feels so good.

3.) I am grateful we found a series of classic books she loves.

 

 

 

Back to School

Monday Matthew gets back on an airplane that will take him to Kansas. He will then be off to Benedictine for another semester of school.  Tuesday we will find our self’s  back in our classroom studying hard. My heart will be heavy because I will miss my oldest son.  I’ll remind myself I don’t home school to keep these kids home forever.

Pencils

I homeschool because, Mark and I believe this is the best we can offer our children. So, I will sharpen my pencils,  get our class room ready, and put on my best teachers face for a successful year.

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