Posts Tagged ‘Do Hard Things’

A Little Reminder from God

October 16, 2014

Several months ago our family found out about friends who were in need of some help. Sickness had struck their home with a vengeance and last but not least, the mama was down. RED ALERT! Mama Down! This is not your ordinary mama either. Buckle up. God, the father to the fatherless, called this beautiful lady to foster/adopt six kiddos… and homeschool them….. as a single mama. She takes my breath away.

I met her at homeschool park day when her last two littles were two-month-old twins. It didn’t take much persuading for me to help hold one of those little darling girls. This mama has been on my heart ever since that day. How can we help her?  What can we do to support her in this call from God? We need to be God’s hands and feet for her!

Back to the RED ALERT!, we stepped in for two days and did what we saw needed to be done…. babies bathed, bathrooms cleaned, dishes washed, dirty clothes laundered, meals prepared, games played and stories read. Her children truly are blessings, well behaved, loving and helpful. (Isn’t it every mother’s prayer that her own children are seen in this light!?)

While we were on duty, mama fainted and thankfully I was right next to her. Not that I helped with the descent or the crash landing, but I made sure we went down NOT on hard surfaces or pokey things or gooey stuff. See?  I’m helpful! In directing her away from a wooden shelf, the back of my hand came in contact with a corner of said hard, wooden shelf. My hand was bruised, but the skin was not broken. No big deal.


(Gosh, my hands look old. When did that happen?)

It’s been three months, maybe four, since that fateful day and the little mark on the back of my hand has not gone away AT ALL. It doesn’t appear to be on it’s way out of my life. It has scarred into a cute, little silvery-pink line. It winks at me every day and whispers to me that I need to pray for that mama. It’s God’s little reminder to me that we all need prayer. He will do what He needs to do to remind us daily to lift up each other to His throne of grace.

Who do you need to pray for today? Just do it! (I stole that from a shoe company.)

Kids These Days

August 27, 2008

Chicken Coop Construction

It’s getting closer and closer as the Crosby homeschool start date approaches.  (Usually things that are approaching do get closer and closer.)  Redundancy is one of my many talents that I immerse myself in over and over and over.  (heh heh heh)  Anyway, we always start school the day after Labor Day.  Remember when that was the official start date… back in the day.  Old school.  I grew up knowing what Labor Day stood for….. S-C-H-O-O-L minus 24 hours.  The end of Popsicles dripping off our chins.  The end of late nights in the fort secretly eating the neighbor’s carrots from the garden.  The end of shorts and tank tops because back in the day we had to wear respectable clothing to school.  I guess you can’t learn as much in a tank and cut-offs. 

Anyway, with the need for higher level sciences that I am not schooled in, we actually had to start getting out of bed earlier than 8:00 a.m. in AUGUST to get our high schooler to Biology.  What in the world?  (You may have guessed, but I’m not doing too well on going to bed earlier…. or waking up earlier.  I’m 1 for 7 before 11:30 so far.)  When did American kids get so stupid that summer was cut short and classroom time increased to make up for the numbskulls here in our homeland?  And with the time adjustments, the tests got easier and the scores are still dropping.  In my humble opinion, it’s not the quantity of time sitting behind a desk that is leading to lower levels of learning.  It’s that less and less is expected of kids these days…. in school, at home, on the team.  It’s sad.

Yes, I’m still reading the book Do Hard Things and I whole heartily agree with the two whippersnappers that penned the tome.  Teenagers were not only not called teenagers 100 years ago, but there weren’t teenagers.  You were a kid playing with sticks and marbles, keeping frogs in the pockets of your overalls, making daisy chains, and then WHAM, you were an adult with grown-up responsibilities.  Twelve year olds WERE capable of planting the crops, shoeing horses, running the household, steering ships, nursing the sick.  What do 12 year olds do today?  The Wii, skateboard, maybe girl/boy scouts, but not a whole lot else.  Embarrassing, that’s what it is, that we don’t expect anything of youngsters these days.

The Crosby household is primarily run by three children, ages 14, 11 and 9.  I’m in a supervisory role, not really a participatory role any more.  (It’s SWEET!)  We have found that if we expect greatness, it arises.  When our kids were 11, 8 and 6 they measured and drew the backyard to scale, designed the sprinkler and drip systems for lawn, trees and flowerbeds… dug LOTS of the trenches… and our 8 year old son measured, cut, glued and installed the deal.  Three years later it still is working like a charm.  He’s not a nerd with thick glasses and a pocket protector either.

I remember getting a flat tire once and my seven year old son hopped out and changed it.  All the kids cook full meals that include fresh vegetables, homemade entrees and desserts.  If you can reach the dials on the washing machine… guess what?… it’s your turn to do laundry.  These kids truly are capable of grown-up tasks.  Some day, two young ladies are going to profusely thank us for training our sons to be REAL men… you know, laundry, dishes, meatloaf and toilets. 

If you are going easy on your kids, it’s not too late to convert. I highly recommend it.