Stay AT home mom

I have always been a proponent of the little word "at". Realizing that it is not just a two letter word with no real meaning. "At", I think means "at". Mainly what it has always meant to me, is that my heart was not only geared toward my home, but that my feet were somewhat planted there as well. I have always been careful to not be away from my home too many times in a week. Now that we have moved to Tennessee, my "at" is becoming more clear. I am "at" home. However, as my friend pointed out, my days are great. I am teaching my kids, making things for my home. Enjoying some much needed rest and still there is an unrest that lingers. I am not sure what it is, ungratefulness, need to be needed outside or just that I am in transition to my new life. Today we read about pruning. When the pruning first takes place, the plant will go through a specific time of trial. It does not produce immediate fruit, however, without that pruning, it would not continue to produce any fruit. I am trying to recognize these things so as to receive with gratefulness the pruning of my Lord. He does all things well.

My rosy posy is 12 today. She shaved her legs. That is a right to passage at age 12 in our home. Somehow, she seems so much younger than the older two did at 12. Is it just that I am realizing that they are all growing up so fast and my time as a full time mommy will be over sooner than I ever realized? Perhaps. I think about the days when they all were young, it was hard having 4 small children, now they are all independent for the most part and I miss those days of snuggling and reading aloud. We still snuggle and read aloud but for different reasons. We read aloud because we need to read this history book for school. We snuggle because time is almost up. When they are little you read to encourage their love for learning and you snuggle because they want their mommy. I will have to finish this post later, got to take that baby skiing.