A couple of weeks ago I received a phone call that would shake me to my core. Kelley Ann Bostic, one of my dearest childhood friends was found dead in her home. WHAT? How could that be? We were trying to get together. We needed to get together. We were supposed to have a reunion here in Atlanta with our friend, Donna. Surely, this wasn’t true. Tragically, it was true and that reunion will never take place. Kelley Bostic was a vibrant woman, with a big heart; everyone describes her the same way.
When three precious ladies asked me to meet them for dinner in The Woodlands, I was fully expecting to talk about motherhood. What I didn’t expect was their answer when I asked them to describe the most challenging part of motherhood. And, if most moms feel the same way these three do, we have a major crisis on our hands. I hope this post will serve as a challenge to women everywhere. WE NEED EACH OTHER!!!!
Thursday arrived and I was back in the beautiful state of TX, speaking at one of my favorite conferences (THSC) of the season. This year I had been asked to share my homeschooling journey (from a mom who has been there) with potential homeschooling parents. Since I was slated as the second speaker of the day, I decided it would be wise to listen to the speaker before me. I sat in the back and enjoyed hearing Frederic Gray share about his family’s beautiful life of homeschooling.
A few days after I returned from Hearts at Home, it was time to pack up four of my children (and all their stuff) and head out to the Indiana Home Educators Association (IAHE) conference in Indianapolis, IN. I had the privilege of speaking four times at IAHE this year. I spoke about language arts, motherhood, lifelong learning and our curriculum, A Year of Playing Skillfully. It is not unusual to have moms and dads come up and speak to me after my talks, but one particular group of parents...
Thoughts from the Road – Hearts at Home National Conference How a hot mess beginning leads to a faithful ending …Tuesday, April 26, 2016
The trips are starting to take their toll. It seems as the weeks pass, I find myself falling further behind in life. My kids miss home cooked meals, my friends are questioning my existence and I am tired. However, when you KNOW that you are living out your purpose, it is all worth it. It IS worth it. This weekend was a beautiful confirmation that I am exactly where I need to be.