When I clicked on When A Mother Decides To Stop Cancer Treatment And Face Death I was not prepared for the onslaught of feels I was overcome with. It was another vaguely interesting article on my Facebook feed, and then a few paragraphs in I was hit with all the feels. "We’ve always been straightforward and honest," Lum said … Continue reading Straightforward & Honest
The other day, on our drive home, my eldest spoke up about his day: Eldest: We went and saw the -th-grade play today. It was about a blue god with a big beard. Me: Do you know which god it was? Eldest: No. I only saw it once. (pause for a second or two) How … Continue reading “how many gods do we have mommy?”
Every one of them says "how are you?" And you always have to say "good," even if you're not good. If you say things aren't good, they'll wonder -- aloud -- why you're placing "limits" on yourself or the situation. All things are possible through God and enough prayer. This does not stop … Continue reading everything is always good
Grime lives on my windowsill And forgotten cheerios Some flies That did not escape the blinds And a spider, Still very much alive A puddle of orange juice From a sippy cup That should never Have left the kitchen Mixed with dust bunnies Cleaning is pointless Until my children move out Inspired by Karen, the … Continue reading My Windowsill
This is another one of the books that has been sitting on my desk for longer than it should have. This post contains affiliate links. Thank you for your support of kindism.org A few times a year our Sunday School teacher would sit us down and have us open our Bibles to Genesis and we would read … Continue reading In the Beginning
For part one: Saint Kat of the Sparkling Water Mormon Missionaries often inspire unintended lines of thinking (I'm pretty sure they never intended to push me to secular humanism) and this time was no exception. Something about the afternoon's encounter bugged me, and it took some time to sort out why. Then I found it: They noticed that … Continue reading Return of the Mormons Part 2: Religion, Guilt & Motherhood
Long time readers know I have a long and complicated history of relationships with Mormon Missionaries. They are one of the reasons I stopped calling myself "sort of Christian" and embraced Secular Humanism, they were one of the early influences of this blog, and in some ways, their optimistic faith reminds me a little of me … Continue reading Return of the Mormons Part 1: Saint Kat of the Sparkling Water
This is another one of the books that has been sitting on my desk for longer than it should have. This post contains affiliate links. Thank you for your support of kindism.org I don't remember where I first heard about The Belief Book by David G. McAfee and Chuck Harrison, but I do remember coming across very positive things about … Continue reading The Belief Book
This is another one of the books that has been sitting on my desk for longer than it should have. This post contains some affiliate links. Thank you for your support of kindism.org I've put down Dennet's Darwin's Dangerous Idea: Evolution and the Meanings of Life (see previous post) -- an excellent read, but rather heavy -- in favor … Continue reading fathermothergod: doing your part for the Cause
Very glad to have found this resource guide! I’ve already read How To Talk So Kids Will Listen and Listen so Kids Will Talk and Siblings Without Rivalry and found them to be helpful. Look forward to exploring the other things listed as well!
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“Train up a child in the way he should go……”
I have yet to meet a religious homeschooler who can’t finish that scripture from memory. If you’re like me, you grew up in a very authoritarian, punitive family environment. Punishment and pain, both physical and emotional, were believed to be the best means to teach a child “the way he should go”. Spanking and instant, cheerful obedience to authority were the norm, with many other kinds of punishments used as retribution for a child’s wrong-doing. Parents were the ultimate authority, and children had no choice but to obey or be punished, sometimes very harshly. I honestly didn’t know there were any other ways to parent. Either you spanked and “trained” your children, or you let them run wild and that meant you didn’t love them.
We were the generation influenced by “child training” teachers like the
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