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THE DEAD SEA SQUIRRLES

I’m still laughing over this one. It happened this week while we were home schooling.

In our Bible study last week we briefly discussed the Dead Sea Scrolls, and looked at a picture of where the caves were where they were found, the sort of jars that contained them etc. This was really a brief mention, as we were talking about how the gospels had been written and preserved etc. and maybe a couple of sentences reffered to the scrolls. Anyway, Bear seemed really interested in the Dead Sea Scrolls and couldn’t stop talking about them. I was wondering what on earth could have captured her imagination so much! She even sat there drawing pictures of the Dead Sea Scrolls while I read aloud. Later on, she said “I wish I could have seen them when they were *alive*”. I was thinking she meant back when they’d first been written, but was still confused as to why she was so interested. Then I went to pick up the table and found the drawings….The Dead Sea SQUIRRELS….little rodents on their backs with their legs up in the air!!! The whole time she was thinking we were discussing squirrels! Boy was she dissapointed when I cleared up *that* misunderstanding. What with Narnia and with all her stuffed animal play, I think she was really excited by the thought of a bunch of mummified squirrels that somehow enlightened archeologists to what life was like during Christ’s time on earth LOL. Unfortunately I can’t find the drawings now, I think they got tossed when the kids cleaned up for dinner. But I don’t think I’ll ever hear the words “Dead Sea Scrolls” without seeing those little stick-figure rodents belly-up with X’d out eyes!

It’s easy to forget what the world looks like from a child’s point of view, magical and full of exciting possibilities. How and when we learn to see it from an “adult” point of view I don’t really know, but somehow in the process of life a person loses their ability to see things from a child’s eyes and replaces it with a more narrow, confined point of view. I wonder what we lose in the process. One of the many blessings of raising children is moments like “The Dead Sea Squirrels”, when as adults we get a brief view back into the mind of a child and a chance to remember for a moment what it was like when the world didn’t have to play by the rules of logic.

Swimming Lessons

SWIMMING LESSONS

The kids are taking swimming lessons. My own kids have always had a love/hate relationship with the water and have never really learned to swim, and R and A are pretty much in the same boat…we needed some P.E. during the day and I decided to go for it. It’s been a great addition to home schooling–all 5 kids are getting much better with swimming and I get an hour in which to sit and watch or talk with other moms. We have all learned a lot in the last 3 weeks.

The kids, obviously, are learning how to swim.

I’m learning to let go. Throughout the years I have been what even I would have to call an over- anxious parent. Pretty much follows, as I generally am an anxious-everything-else as well. What I’ve learned in the last few weeks, though, is that I can learn to let go. It takes effort. It takes work. It may be causing me a teeny, tiny ulcer in the process (ok, anxiety again) but in the nine years of parenting I have under my belt I do appear to be getting better.

I spent the last 3 weeks sitting on the sidelines, fully dressed, watching the kids learn to swim. Since TsuTsa is only 3 and is a wild woman who tends to wander off and do her own thing, the fact that I stayed dry during this time was testimony to my development in the area of letting go. I chatted with other moms, and I think I managed to at least maintain the appearance of listening to whatever they were saying (hey, I didn’t say I was perfect–just improving) while keeping track of the kids’ activities. By and large, there were no life-threatening events–my kids apparently value their own lives enough to know better than to try anything too heroic in the pool, and the teachers apparently value their jobs enough to not let anyone wander off too far. If I didn’t see one of the kids for more than about 5 minutes, my heart rate admittedly picked up a bit until I found their little heads bobbing happily around above the water. I kept telling myself, if I’d seen them in the last 5 minutes or so chances were good that even if they’d slipped under they could still be saved. Macabre…Ok, yeah. But it’s an improvement over past years, when I’ve been runner-up for overprotective parent of the year. I didn’t even insist that they wear life jackets!

The kids had the last lesson of this swim session today, and I’m happy to say that everyone made it through the experience alive…myself included. I’m proud of what they’ve learned in the last weeks and I’m also proud of my own improvement in the anxious parent department. Last week, a watchful mother dove in fully clothed when her toddler slipped under the water (which, I should add, is 2 feet deep where the toddlers swim) and didn’t come up within a fraction of a second. She surfaced, surprised toddler in arms, dripping wet and furious–her trust in the swim school (and also her expensive shoes) completely ruined. That would have been me, the first kid around. Second child, I’d have maybe waited two fractions of a second before diving in. As a veteran mom of three, I’ve managed to stay dry for three straight weeks!

The kids are learning to swim, and I’m learning to let them. Not a bad return on swim-school tuition and a couple pairs of goggles.

ME

I guess it would be prudent to introduce myself before launching off into a mono-blog (sorry bout the bad pun) about the happenings of my life. I’m a 32 year old woman, married to a wonderful 33 year old man and mother to 3 cute, funny, sweet, exasperating, amazing kids. The oldest, Zay, is nine, followed by Bear, who is six, and TsuTsa, who is three. They go boy, girl, girl. And as you’ve likely guessed, these are not their real names.

I am from Bozeman, Montana. That’s not where I live now, we live in Salt Lake City Utah…but that’s another thing altogether and I’m sure you’ll hear enough about that later.

I home school our kids, and have taken in two other home school students as well. The five kids keep me very busy, which is why it is insane for me to by writing a blog at this point in my life…however I am famous for trying to do insane things in order to keep myself sane, and this is an example of that. The hope is that it will be an outlet for me to keep myself familiar to myself, which parents (especially home schooling ones) of young children know is not as easy as it might at first seem. Also, writing seems to beget more writing, and I need to do more of it.

My faith is part of everything I do, or at least I am hoping that it will be. Christianity has seen me through some interesting times and, having seen both sides of the coin, I far prefer life in Christ to life without. The difference nearly defies words, trust me.

I’m not so good at introductions, but it’s a start.