Protective Bubbles and Hot House Flowers


I’ve been trying for the past few months to make plans with a couple homeschooling families we’ve recently met. It’s hard. It’s not that we don’t have time in our schedules to get together, it’s trying to figure out what to do to accommodate all the rules and restrictions of their families. I never really thought of myself as a free-wheeling hippie until August through now. I’m wild and crazy, y’all…did you know?
One family that we met this past summer has sons my older boys’ ages (15 &16)

Please visit Backwards in High Heels to read the full post.
Previous articleTCC Sunday Reading Reflection – October 23, 2016
Next articleWe Are Fragile, We Are Damaged, But We Are Strong.

I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy.

I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training.

I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter.

I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating.

I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be.

I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes.

I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.