Katy’s Weblog
It gets easier, but it’s still not easy.
It’s been 2 years since my son started college. When he left Sunday to go back to his apartment, I still feel a wave of sadness.
The hardest part in raising children is not the midnight feedings, or the sacrifice of your career, or paying big money for college.
At 18 years old, Audrey started working at her first job.
Her first paycheck was $20.
But the gain cannot be measured by money.
She said, “I met some really nice people. And I am not so afraid of approaching people to talk to them anymore.”
I thought it was all up to me.
I thought I was the only one who could do the job.
I thought the burden was all on me.
I was wrong.
God always brings along help. He always provides a way better than what I expected.
I witnessed several examples recently:
With great freedom comes great responsibility.
We have the whole summer free – no summer school, no schedule to keep, no particularly time to wake or sleep.
But with freedom comes wasted time. We’ve slept too late, watched too much TV, read too much forwarded email.
Violent persecution [of Christians] focuses the mind on the fact that the kingdom of his world is an enemy to the kingdom of God. When there hasn’t been any persecution for a long time – as in our part of the world – many Christians start expecting the world to be a friend. They slip into seeking the world’s approval instead of Gods. When the world denies its approval … they go hollow inside.
This is from the book How to Stay Christian in College by J. Budziszewski – his name is not misspelled, in case you were wondering.
If you were going to only stay for 3 innings of a game, the game on Saturday between the Angels and the Rangers would be the best game to go to.
Amy won a drawing contest that gave our family free entrance to that game. We are not baseball fans, so we decided we would just stay for a few innings and go out to dinner.
A while back, a friend complained to me that she felt taken advantage of by her neighbor. The neighbor’s work prevented her from picking up her daughter from school a couple days a week. She asked my friend to help her. What began as a small favor to pick her daughter up turned out to be a regular chore.
We were playing a game called the Unspoken Word, played the same way as Taboo.
Mike: What you need to go up.
Audrey: Oxygen tank!
The word was ladder :)
Two things made watching Ratatouille yesterday very special.
One, my whole family went to watch it together – me with the best husband in the world and the best three children in the world. My husband’s movie of choice is usually action and sci fi. Rated G movies are never on his list. But he came along and I did not see him fall asleep once. That says a lot about Ratatouille. And that my teenagers chose to see it with us instead of with their friends made me really happy.
Finally, a rated G movie! An animated movie that is truly for children without hidden adult humor or innuendos (that is why I didn’t want to see Shrek.)
Amy and I were at Petsmart looking at the mouse cages and didn’t see anything cute about them. So how can Pixar make a rat look adorable? It’s the eyes, the blue fur, and the cute personality of Remy that makes it possible for a rat to be an endearing main character.