Here is a post from the past but still fun and very applicable. 🙂
As many of you know I am a fireman’s wife. Being a fireman’s wife is a unique position, and although lonely at times, when he is home he is all mine. There is no work taking up the kitchen table and when something breaks he’s right there to fix it. He understands more then most what being a mom looks like because I’m not so sure life at the firehouse is much different then life at home. Here is a small list of how a mom and a fireman are similar.
- A mom and a fireman both respond to emergencies at all hours of the night.
- A mom and a fireman both cook for large picky crowds.
- A mom and a fireman both spend hours cleaning without someone stepping a foot inside the door.
- A mom and a fireman can both go code 3 to the school when a sick child is waiting.
- A mom and a fireman both have a keen sense of smell.
- A mom and a fireman can get tough stains out of clothes.
- A mom and a fireman probably eat faster then they should in the event the meal gets interrupted.
- A mom and a fireman both at times have to think for someone else who is struggling to figure out the task at hand.
- A mom and a fireman both know how to clean the bathroom.
- A mom and a fireman know that the tender touch can ease a child’s fears.
Although we have very different jobs my fireman and I can relate in many ways. However I know that he sees things in his job that I can’t even imagine, so I don’t want to discount that although similar we are different.
At the end of the day I think we are both Rescue Heroes.
Today was so stressful that even the sky was stressed with hours of lightning and thunder. Some days just seem like they will swallow you whole if you let it. I love my Fireman! I’m not sure where I would be without him, but I can imagine I might be on a crazy cycle with everyone I met. He keeps me grounded in truth when I am swimming in a sea of feelings.
He had left for a dump run and a quick trip to the grocery store, and in that time I was experiencing friendship troubles. I called him as if I was him mom “when are you coming home?!” Bless his heart he had no idea what was going on with me, and he had been shopping for my Mother’s Day gift using a gift certificate that was for him. He came home to a wreck of a wife and had enough grace to muster the words “whats wrong?” He can calm me down like no one can, and I thank God for giving him His Holy Spirit to speak truth into my life.
I am ending this day still sad at was 24 hours ago a peaceful coexistence. But that is what our friendship had become, and I can’t live very long keeping the status-quot. Most of everything I have learned is that conflict is a bit like dying and I also know that dying brings life. Caterpillars die to become butterfly’s, trees rely on fire to grow the seed, we die to our human self to become more like Christ, and ultimately Christ died only to rise again. Death is not scary but the pain of walking through it is. I have been running from this pain for months and I’m sure because I waited so long I’ve made everything worse.
Tomorrow is our last Classical Conversations community day until Cycle 3, and I’ve been diligently working on Memory Master certificates (which we have 3) and tutor presents. We end the year with egg splat, pizza and ice cream, what could be better?
Keep Moving Forward!
I am fashionably late to this party!
This is my 4th year participating with the Ultimate Blog Party, and each year I read new blogs that often end up in my RSS feed on “Pulse.”
I started The Sierra Home Companion in the fall of 2008. I had just ran and broke my hip in the Nike Women’s 1/2 Marathon in San Francisco and with nothing but time on my hands I began this blog. Over the years I have tried new themes and looks for the blog but my content has always remained the same. I write about my life. I am a Firewife, which has its own unique challenges. I am a homeschooling mom and Director for our Classical Conversations program. I teach Sunday School, attend Bible studies, workout a lot, morphing our eating habits to all Real Food, and I have the amazing privilege of being a mom to a boy on the Autism Spectrum.
I would love to say I post every day, or every week, but the reality is some weeks go by without a post. I am regularly on Instagram, Pinterest, and frequent Facebook. I write when I have something to say, which I am finding out is very little. At the end of a school day I think my words are used up. 🙂
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When I first looked into homeschooling it was similar to a new relationship.
I wanted to know everything there was to know about homeschooling. I talked to everyone I knew who homeschooled their children and asked them how they did it.
I’ll admit that I had a few unrealistic ideas about homeschooling, such as, sitting on the couch reading books all day and my son asking to do school.
I know without a shadow of a doubt that God had called me to homeschool my kids, but I had my reservations.
I finally settled on a curriculum and mapped out some goals for our first year.
I had spent countless hours pouring over the curriculum, learning J’s learning style, and setting up our class room.
Our first year was bumpy, but I was only teaching one and he was in Kindergarten. L attended preschool 4 day’s a week, so it was just me and J.
People would and still ask how long I intended to homeschool, and my answer was that we were taking it a year at a time.
“A year at a time.” I didn’t know how that answer would cause such doubt in me, and year after year I wondered if we were done yet. That is why I changed how I viewed homeschooling. I now see it a lot like my marriage commitment.
Homeschooling for me has to be a commitment that goes beyond feelings and curriculum choices. This is a promise to my kids, that I will remain faithful no matter how hard schooling them gets.
There are days that I want to give up.
There are days that are to hard.
There are days that no one listens to a word I say.
There are days I feel unappreciated.
There are days when the arguing gets out of control.
There are days when I see other homeschooling families getting along, and enjoying school.
There are days when I question God and whether this was my plan or His.
All of these doubts have mirrored themselves in my marriage at one time or another, but thank the Lord I have made a promise that goes beyond how I feel.
So in the midst of the days that make me question homeschooling I remember that these “feelings” are nothing new, and God has faithfully walked with Fireman and I through our hard times, and God is the same in my relationship with my kids. His grace is enough for all of our life and I trust Him completely.
Because there are days when we wake up joyful.
There are days that every assignment gets done early.
There are days when the kids do ask to do school.
There are days when there is not a single argument between each other.
There are days when we put the books up and we enjoy an adventure together.
There are days when I cannot imagine doing anything else.
There are more days then not that I go to bed ready to begin again tomorrow.
These are the days I need to remember when I start doubting.
Happy New Year!!
I pray your 2013 will be filled with joy. I know 2012 was a hard year for a lot of people, but remember a new day comes everyday with new blessings and grace just for the day. If you wake up on 1/2/2013 and you have already failed know there is grace without condemnation in a free relationship with Jesus Christ. He is the best best gift that has come and will come back. May those of you who know Him become closer to Him and for those that don’t I pray this will be your year.
Happy New Year from my family to yours.