Catholic Homeschooling · My world · rants

Nature Journals

Yesterday we took a walk through the yard to investigate the plants that we have growing.  We were on the look out for angiosperm, gymnosperm, seedless vascular plants, and non-vascular seedless plants.  We took small samples and photo.  The children illustrated the samples on pages that will be going into their books.  Tomorrow they will work on the narration for the pages.  It should all bind up nicely.

Our history is concentrating on Ancient Greece. Christopher is working on a portfolio of various aspects of Greek society and culture.  I am using a prepared book to guide us along in this but I am finding that I have to fact check the stupid thing so much I am basically just using it for the illustrations and crafts.  It is sort of funny as one little thing caught my eye and caused me to look further. 

The book claimed that Spartan woman often married at 15 and received little education.  This is patently incorrect women in Sparta had rights that surpassed nearly every other woman in the ancient world.  In addition to being educated they also owned outright approximately 40% of the land and controlled most the rest.  The same laws that bound Spartan men to the military left the women at the helm of civil society and commerce.  They also rarely married in their teens and a woman who died in child birth was given the honor of a tombstone with her name, something reserved for men who died in victorious battle and a few other noble instances.  They were barred from war and state government only but so were most men.  Only those men who could complete the rigours demands of Spartan military service were given the title citizen.

Of course this leads to a rather sad idea.  One of two things happened here.  Either the writer and publisher of this book dropped the ball and didn’t fact check and lazily went with some source that was unreliable.  OR they knew they were fudging but for some reason like the idea that Sparta women married at 15 and received no education.  I think their biases are showing: Education can only happen in a classroom and Woman are victims.  Spartan girls did not get trucked off to school with their brothers at the age of seven.  Instead they learned at home taught by their families and tutors.  This (in the minds of some educational professionals) means they received no real education.

I have often pointed out to my own daughter that in many cultures and times she, at the tender age of 15, would be very seriously looking at becoming or already be a wife in charge of her own home and household.  The funny thing is she doesn’t look at this with horror but more a sort of awe that  a young woman would be expected to manage servants, home production of clothing and food, maintenance of the property, in some cultures the planting and harvesting of crops, perhaps wine making, olive pressing, carding, spinning, and weaving, and the care and education of her children.   I just really don’t get the odd fascination that I find over and over again with the idea that woman were pathetic chattel dominated by oppressive men who wanted to keep them stupid and worthless when history and plain common sense say otherwise. 

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I would much rather my children look through history at the beauty and honor of women.  How they have worked their looms, tended their homes and gardens, made good cheese and raised their children.   I defiantly don’t want them too look at woman as historical victims.  Victims are often worthy of pity, but they usually do not inspire respect.

Catholic Homeschooling · My world

Back to Work

The kids have started their lessons again today.  It has been probably the least productive homeschool day we have had in months.  Going back to studies after the Christmas break is always a challenge, but when the sun is peeking through the clouds and we get a late start (thanks to having a phone conference this morning) it is all too easy to say… “Oh well” and put off any serious buckling down until tomorrow.

My world · Simplicity

Only for Today

Back in November I posted this.  It has become a bit of a reference point for me, something to look at when I find myself in need of a bit of encouragement.   I really and only need to be focused on today.  Plan for tomorrow and review what happened yesterday, but life is live in now; today is what we have to work with.

1) Only for today, I will seek to live the livelong day positively without wishing to solve the problems of my life all at once.
2) Only for today, I will take the greatest care of my appearance: I will dress modestly; I will not raise my voice; I will be courteous in my behavior; I will not criticize anyone except myself.
3) Only for today, I will be happy in the certainty that I was created to be happy, not only in the other world but also in this one.
4) Only for today, I will adapt to circumstances, without requiring all circumstances to be adapted to my own wishes.
5) Only for today, I will devote ten minutes of my time to some good reading, remembering that just as food is necessary to the life of the body, so good reading is necessary to the life of the soul.
6) Only for today, I will do one good deed and not tell anyone about it.
7) Only for today, I will do at least one thing I do not like doing; and if my feelings are hurt, I will make sure that no one notices.
8 ) Only for today, I will make a plan for myself: I may not follow it to the letter, but I will make it. And I will be on guard against two evils: hastiness and indecision.
9) Only for today, I will firmly believe, despite appearances, that the good Providence of God cares for me as no one else who exists in this world.
10) Only for today, I will have no fears. In particular, I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful and to believe in goodness. Indeed, for twelve hours I can certainly do what might cause me consternation were I to believe I had to do it all my life.
~Blessed John XXIII

I have become convinced that year long resolutions do nothing good for me.  They are overwhelming.  My one year long resolution this year has to do with one simple thing, I resolve to re-resolve daily for at least 300 days this year.   With knocking out time for holidays, vacations and sick-days I think 300 is reasonable.  I want the above to be my guide.  So that is my one resolution.

The other different thing I am doing is themes for each month.  This month’s theme is “Taking Stock”  I really need to assess where I am in several areas.   I don’t want to jump in and start making changes in my life without thinking about what is working and what is not.  I want to make intelligent changes to my routines that will result in greater happiness, peace and productivity for myself and my household.

Caritas · My world

2008 almost here

I have been reading the past few days about other peoples’ goals for the new year.  Resolutions tickle and haunt me.  Knowing that I am called to be the better me and the constant and constantly failing attempt to be that person is the thread that runs through the tapestry of my life.

Most of the past six weeks, with the noteable exception of Christmas, have found me stressed, overwhelmed, over worked, lacking in passion and pleasure and mostly just drained.  Time is wasted and wanted and left crumpled in a pile of must dos and must be done all pressing in upon me until I am crushed.  Stress just plain stress has condensed me to a point where I spend all my time doing nothing but worrying about all the nothing that isn’t being done.

A new start is most needed right now.  So I look forward to the chance to step into a new year.  I have two rather large projects and two small ones with my work competing for time right now.  We are taking next week off from homeschooling and I will have a little time to revise some of what we are doing.  There are two new approaches that I want to try. 

I wish I could just burn it all and start new right now.  But I can’t I need to work with where I am and go forward tweaking, dumping, and reworking what isn’t working to make life work better.  I have slowly been making these changes a little at a time.  Anyhow.    This post is more a brain dump than anything.  A place to begin thinking about making some lasting changes in the new year.

My world

Golden Morning

This is one of those overcast winter mornings where the sun breaks just under the clouds and bathes the city in a gold light.  It is so beautiful.

 I have survived another crazy weekend.    Blogging is light right now — real life is pressing in all around and I just don’t have a great deal of time.

We are working on the usually insane homeschool, Catholic, Christmas.  I will try to post more later.

Christmas Alliance · My world

Cards and Letters

I will admit that while I love the idea of Christmas cards I really fail at sending them.  Once in a while, about every five years or so,  I will get the time, energy, stamps, cards, addresses and inspiration together long enough to get them out.  But usually I just look at the boxes of cards in the store… I used to buy them and then feel badly as I tossed them sadly unset into the recycling in mid- August.  The worst year I found about 1/3 of my Christmas cards, stamped and ready to go, under the passenger seat of the mini-van in mid-February.  It seemed rather late to send them at that point.

I am in generally a horrible correspondent.  I really enjoy writing and I love reading what my friends are doing, but I also suffer from a raging case of procrastination and will sometimes go for months or even years between contact with people I really like.  So I love getting the obligatory Christmas letter that seems so often maligned.

I can understand that some people find that letter annoying.  You know the one.  It comes exactly two weeks before Christmas sporting the family picture with everyone (including the pets) wearing matching sweaters and your old friend from years gone by gushing about their latest wonders and the perfect home/spouse/job/kids and their fantastic accomplishments/vacations/awards.   Actually I don’t get that letter.  I get the ones from the people I know — sometimes in March.  They talk about babies and homeschooling and all those fun things that I love hearing about anyhow.  Sometimes they have picture with half the family blinking and the other half with demon eyes and most the time there are little anecdotes that include all the rough spots as well as the good. 

I would love to send letters and cards.  Just to let those people I know and love see how big my babies are and how we have all managed to make it through another crazy year.  Maybe I will get around to sending Ordinary cards when we go back to Ordinary time.   Just don’t expect them to hit your mailbox before Christmas.

Christmas Alliance posting alive and well.

Blogs I Know · My world

The Big Religion Speech

I am going to break from my usual “I don’t blog about politics”  idea and I am going to talk for a moment about Mitt Romney and the Big Speech.   I really enjoyed the Anchoress’ take on it which you can read here:  On Mitt Romney’s speech.  I wanted to add just a little too what I have heard said so far. 

Mitt Romney is not just a rank and file Mormon.   This is not your typical goes on Sunday for Sacrament meeting, holds a calling at the local ward, does his home teaching and pays 10% of his gross income to the church.  Mitt Romney was not a pew warmer.  Mitt Romney was a Stake President.  In fact he was MY stake president when I was a member of the Cambridge first branch/ward back in the early 1990s.  For those of you unfamiliar with the structure of the LDS church each local congregation is led by a Bishop or Branch President, above them is a Stake President.  The stake President is roughly equal to a Catholic Bishop. 

While I can see the eagerness of the comparisons between Kennedy and Romney (religious minorities running for high office) I can’t believe that the media has ignored this crucial difference.   Kennedy was a rank and file Catholic; Romney has been part of the LDS hierarchy in a rather pronounced way.   To “advance” through the ranks in the LDS church you don’t need to go to a seminary or be ordained.  The Mormon church in fact prides itself in the fact that it is locally and regionally led by  “lay ministers” and that all male members hold the priesthoods of the LDS church.  Men are “called” from among the local worthy members by those above them in the hierarchy. 

On a sort of funny personal note if Romney faces Hillery  in the general election it will be the first time I have actually met both major party canidates (I met Hillary back in 1987 in Arkansas — and intensely disliked her).   I agree with the assessments that Romney is bland.  He is bland, jello-salad sort of bland.  I don’t get fired up about him at all, and I would have a hard time voting for him, but I would hold my nose and do it.

 I am not worried about Romney being Mormon.  I wouldn’t care if he was Buddhist, Islamic or believed in the Blue Martian Monkey Cult.  Intelligent people can and do balance the demands of faith and the secular world.  In fact most of us to it all day every day.  I don’t see any one’s faith as an issue to them holding public office a long as they understand that the USA is not a theocracy.   I would rather vote for someone who is honest and forthright about their faith or lack of faith than someone who dissembles or claims it to be only a personal matter.   Romney is at his best when he says:

“There are some for whom these commitments are not enough. They would prefer it if I would simply distance myself from my religion, say that it is more a tradition than my personal conviction, or disavow one or another of its precepts. That I will not do. I believe in my Mormon faith and I endeavor to live by it. My faith is the faith of my fathers – I will be true to them and to my beliefs. Some believe that such a confession of my faith will sink my candidacy. If they are right, so be it. But I think they underestimate the American people. Americans do not respect believers of convenience. ”

That sentiment is exactly what I would want to say if I was running for office and the topic of my faith came up.  I love my faith, I believe my faith, I live by it, it forms me.  If you don’t like that so be it, I am not stepping down from that.  And I really wish he had closed with that because just about everything else he said jumbled it up.  Romney seems to be saying that the most important issues to the faithful are issues where the faithful agree.   That is not the case and smacks of ignorance or worse indifference to the profound differences that exist in the faith community today.  Yes, we have similar values on many things, no there is not a substantial agreement on MANY important issues, especially social issues.

I suppose being Catholic I am more cautious about the separation of Church and State than many Christians.    It is a very powerful thing to think that as a Catholic the Constitution of the United States specifically disallows a State Church.  We will never be subjected to the horror of the Church of England or the Chinese Patriotic Catholic Association  where the state controls our faith and turns it to its own ends.  In America I can say I am a Roman Catholic, loyal to my faith, loyal to Rome and that in no way diminishes my patriotism and my patriotism doesn’t infringe on my faith.  That is what religious liberty means. 

That is why I oppose “prayer in school” or religious dogma being taught in any form–I basically don’t trust the government to get that right.   But at the same time there is a plurality of faith in our nation and  I don’t mind someone wishing me Happy Hanukkah or sending me a Solstice card, I don’t want to have to curb my Merry Christmas either.  Carve wisdom from all our faiths deep in the stone of our public buildings, light our buildings in any array of lights for whatever occasion the population of town or city desire,  celebrate it all, celebrate us all, but don’t drown me in the drivel of “we all are all on the same path.”  for we aren’t.  There are differences, some of the seriously profound and important.  By playing down the differences too much we reduce each faith’s individual character.   Mix enough colors together long enough and you loose them all.

By Romney talking overly much about the commonality of faith he looses the bit of color he has.   I would much rather have heard Romney wax eloquent about the fact that, although he believe his own version of Christianity with all his heart he can respect that others view God differently and he does somewhat pull this back together near the end of his comments where I agree with Mr Romney and Samuel Adams.  I don’t care what your faith is, I don’t care what your personal beliefs about God are I can pray with you.  I MAY look at your faith as a guide to how you might vote on issues I feel are important.  I certainly won’t vote against you because you were my stake President once upon a time,  even though our faith paths diverged many years ago. 

Advent · My world

Happy Saint Nicholas Day

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Click here for the 2008 Saint Nicholas Day Post.

Today is St Nicholas Day and we will have sort of a fun time.  Coloring, crafts and cookies. 

Santa and St Nicholas

I have always been sort of an odd duck among my friends in that I don’t really “do” Santa.   Even when the oldest was very little I had a bit of a problem with the idea of telling my child that someone in a red suit flew through the air and gave them presents when I know myself that it is actually not true.   That may sound somewhat fastidious of me or just crazy, but in reality I think we have struck a good balance between the secular celebration of Christmas (the orgy of consumerism) and Christmas (the nativity of Christ).  A good part of that has had to do with our approach to Santa Claus.

Over the years I have discussed our approach to the “Santa thing” many times with various friends and family both online and off.   Most the time I am a bit surprised at just how hostile people can be when you say that you “don’t do Santa”.   Part of this I understand, the most common thing is for  “dear friend or relative” to ask, “why?” and they don’t really appreciate the response.   In reality we never started doing Santa because use I just really couldn’t lie to the kids that way.   I have had a couple people argue with me endlessly that it isn’t lying to say that Santa is real.  I can appreciate the mental gymnastics that go into their arguments, but it just doesn’t fly.  To say a Jolly Old Elf dresses up in red and flies about the world  giving presents to good little boys and girls is not, by any stretch of the imagination objectively true.  

Now I have heard and I do understand all the “magic of the season”, “Harmless fun” , “Spirit of joy and love” , “Childhood memories” and “tradition” arguments.  I am by no means even suggesting that anyone else should do what we do.  What we do is what we do, I get that you might do something else, I am not saying you are dishonest or  hurting your children in any way, I get why you do what you do I just don’t quite agree.   I don’t quite get the “Your poor kids!” argument which seems to get tossed my way quite a bit– they enjoy the season very much and look forward to Christmas with all the pleasure of any young children.  They don’t miss any of the fun, joy, love, tradition and they have fantastic childhood memories.  We just don’t “do” Santa but that doesn’t mean that we toss out the Christmas tree and presents, have no cookies, no stories, forbid the mention or fantasy of Santa, that we don’t hang stockings or sing carols or sip eggnog. 

We read stories about Christmas, both the Nativity and the secular stories.  The children are in fact delighted with the idea of the secular Santa.   But it is along the lines of how they look at Peter Pan or The Wizard of Oz.  We do talk about St Nicholas on December sixth.  We discuss his life and why he is remembered this time of year, we make “CandyCane Cookies” (the Bishop’s/Shepherd’s staff), some years we go to our parish event or to the Grotto.   Some years ago at the Grotto one of the monks dressed as St Nicholas  gave the children candy-canes.  He didn’t ask what they want for Christmas, he didn’t promise them gifts, but instead he asked them to remember the Baby Jesus and to do their best to be good.   That I love.   I love seeing the Saints brought to life for our children and I love hearing them promise to remember their Savior and strive to be good.  It highlight the biggest intellectual problem I have with Santa Claus.  The “gimmies”.   

Once, a year or two before Ashley was born, I was at a shopping mall during Christmas.  Hectic and in its own way fun.  I have often referred to shopping malls as “Temples of Consumerism” not sure where the term originated, but it has stuck in my head.  I was looking over from the second level below to the “Santa’s Village” display.  Here was the God of consumerism seated in red velvety glory, his liveried attends assisting the supplicants as they approach the throne to tell him their requests.  Mothers grooming their tots to catch the perfect picture to accompany the “Christmas Letter” for friends and relatives and leading them up to sit on the big man’s lap.  Some of the children were happy and excited, coming forward with letters in hand detailing exactly what they wanted, others horribly afraid many were bored in the line, stressed out parents — all in all it was a really strange affair.  Completely commonplace and yet in some part of my brain completely alien.  It mad me question the whole “thing”.    It was beautiful in a way and yet off-putting as well.

There is no doubt that most adults have wonderful memories of their childhood Christmases.  Drifting to sleep Christmas eve hoping to hear the faint tinkle of sleigh bells in the distance, almost believing they do as they slip into dreams of Christmas morning  where they will receive the gifts they have been hoping for.   It is really an enchanting thing.  And yet there is always that “horrible” child in school who learns “the truth” and then tells all their peers.  I really shudder to hear how I have heard such children described.  One of the other very common things I hear is that my children must somehow be out to ruin the Christmas Joy for all their peers since they aren’t raised with the misconception that Santa is Real.   What a sad ignorance of the power of fantasy on children’s minds.  Children can delight in and believe in for a moment anything, any fantastical thing they can create in their imaginations.  All stories are for the moment real.  There are princesses with glass slippers, elves, fairies, teddy bears talk, and toys spring to motion when no one is looking in a child’s world.  Santa can be part of that, loved and enjoyed and treasured yet put away in a moment. 

Parent’s don’t need to say something is true for their children to enjoy to thought of it.  My children love the whole idea of Santa, but they don’t believe in Santa why way the believe in God or England.   There has been no crushing moment of “discovery”;  I have never had to utter the words “Thems that believe receive thems that don’t don’t”.   They slowly outgrow the Santa story the same way they leave behind the puzzle with ten pieces or nursery rhymes.  A loved part of happy childhood, but not the big part it is to some others.