If I were honest, I would honestly tell you this is was what I'm I was looking at right now when I started this post:
I am looking at my beautiful 15 year old daughter while she is studying for her Anatomy exam. Both Kathryn and Stephen take this class from Dr. Bennett. Here is were I interrupt everything because, I have to say . . . PRAISE GOD!!! and then I will go on to tell you how I can't teach science and how I thank God for Dr. Bennett every time I see these kids working hard in this class. . . and that is often. This is one hard class! then I have to say again firmly:
THANK GOD for Dr. Bennett!
So here is the thing - Through this past week we have established: I am a cheater.
With the excepting of Mrs. Claus, it seems to me that everyone is okay with cheating. To tell you the truth. . . I'm not worried about Mrs. Claus's husband Santa at all. . . I have a plain for that. It involves fudge. My sister, Lucy, says I'm the best fudge maker EVER! In fact, I am feeling quite encouraged and confident Santa will like my fudge enough to leave me something VERY nice for Christmas.
Because this photo seems more Halloween-ish then Christmas-ish and I know we are all running around like crazy trying to get IT all done before the big day. I am not going to post this photo. It seems to me we need something more calm and "peaceful" then a photo of a girl with a skull in her hands.
Day 7 - the View from here Hunting Island.
Remember when I told you yesterdaythe Best Nana took us to Fripp Island last week? This view is from Hunting Island looking on to Fripp.
This one was HARD for me. . . there are so many people in my life how I can I choose just one?
I did what I do best. . . I cheated. I decided to post a photo that's not really the best photo but, the photo that makes me smile the most. I also picked a photo that shows just some of the people in my life that truly makes my heart flutter.
I love this photo because of the way they are touching fists. They were talking about working together on something and everyone was excited. I don't remember what it was. I just happened to click and they just happened to look. . . all at the same time.
Since I'm cheating anyway. . . I figured I would go all the way and enter this photo into Mrs. Clause's photo contest. I do hope she will be a pal and not tell Santa what a cheater I am. I mean after all. . . we are so close to Christmas.
Okay, honestly this one worried me a bit a LOT. I do not consider myself to be much of a reader. I would love to show you I am reading books by: Chaucer, Shakespeare, and even Dostoyevski. When I read today's assignment I thought I would just skip this one all together. But, then my daughter said "Mom, you always have a book in your hand." You read everything we read and more. Your always studying something.
and then I looked around and thought - Huuu?
Reading is my thing. If I'm not teaching reading to my 1st grader, I'm reading to her. If I'm not reading to her, I am working with my high school kids reviewing: Chaucer, Shakespeare and all things British Literature. When I'm not reading with them, I am reading things my oldest writes and wants to publish or I'm reading about how to "Write a Term paper"
I am reading books on nutrition because of "the little problem" Mark has with his heart. I'm reading an American Sign Language book . . .And when I have time for myself I read on the computer about photography. I just may be a reader.
I didn't even know I needed an one; I didn't know anything about an Elf. I had to Google Elf and find out what it was all about. As I researched I realized what it was that I was missing from my childhood. I realized what it was I was keeping from my own children. I knew then I needed to have a very serious talk with my mother. As I pulled into her driveway this very elf was ridding up on his silver reindeer.
I always have such good intentions when it comes to playing these memes. I mean they are so much fun and it's only 31 days.
Even though I haven't been posting much - I can do this little thing. . . right??? and then day two seems to happen - I either forget or I just don't have time.. . . Here's to good intentions and giving this thing a "shot".
The assignment for the day is to introduce myself: Here I am with my family. I am just a home schooling mom and a wanna be photographer. Standing at 5' 9" - with the exception of our six year old Liz, I have become the shortest of our little bunch. The man in glasses is my unrefined prince charming of 21 years. These four wonderful people are our kids and of course Kathryn's I-pod made it into the photo. It seems she can't put it down for even a minute.
I heart faces is having another contest this week. I almost totally missed this one. There are two objectives for this contest: one orange and the other a human face.
The orange speaks for it's self. If you look at the photo you can see two men welding and then above those two men you can see faces. . . more men working. This is a welcome sign of life around here; with so many people out of work - this light in the night means hope for so many . . .
He tells me: he wants a bachelors degree in philosophy, a masters in economics and then he will go for his doctorate. When I ask him why he couldn't turn this around and get the bachelors in economics - He tells me: you canNOT be a good economist without a solid understanding of philosophy first. That is essential, he says. He tell me: philosophy and economics go hand and hand and a solid understanding of philosophy will help him achieve his goals as an economist and as a professor. He tells me: the very reason we in such an economic mess is the leading economist in this country do not have a solid foundation in philosophy. He tells me: he wants to change the world and make it a better place.
and I listen . . .and I tell him to follow your passion. Dream big baby, I say . . . change the world - make it a better place. We not only need you . . . we are waiting.
*** Secretly, I want to tell him to stay home in South Carolina. Go to a local college. I could meet him for lunch - dinner - whatever he wanted. . . and to just let the world figure it out on it's own. But, with dreams like this - How could I say any of those things? I must tell him . . . Fly Baby, Fly. . .
For brothers these two couldn't be more different. . .
To me, this photo tells so much about them.
One brother often reminding the other: to enjoy life, let his hair down and just have a good time. And, the other, often reminding his younger brother: to slow down, to never forget to read the warning signs - "they are there for a reason" he says and to always remember to prepare for tomorrow.
It is this mother's wish that they always remain close friends and they never change. They are simply good together.