
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Ready, Ready, Ready, Ready to Run...

Wednesday, September 19, 2007
What to do....

Lately Rikki and I have been deluged with adaptations to our schedule. It is nothing new that in September we drastically change our lifestyles from relaxed to crazily hectic. Well, a new kink was thrown in recently that I would like to share with anyone who reads and especially those who comment. Emma is being homeschooled by her mother, Natalie. It is impossibly difficult to describe the level of frustration, anger, and outright shame that we feel right now. For those of you have met Emma, she has many amazing qualities. She is outgoing, bright, creative, mature (probably moreso than a nine year old should be...), and overall pretty wonderful to be around. She also has qualities that are not so amazing, but like any parent I will gloss over them for the moment. Because Emma's parents are d-i-v-o-r-c-e-d all of us have had to share her. This apparently has become a problem for Natalie because rather than find ways to limit her own schedule so that Emma can fit in it (i.e. take fewer grad classes, teach fewer classes, manage her schedule at home...), she has decided that Emma needs to not go to public school anymore so that the mother/daughter pair can perfect their relationship. I have a thousand opinions on this and all of them have been shared openly with Natalie, but she doesn't care. Today, Emma said that she watched part of "Three Amigos" with Natalie before she was picked up by my Mom for a little quality time. Now, nowhere in the broad scope of education does this qualify as educational. Not in anyway. This post is an angry reaction to the systematic softening of my daughter's precious mind. I am angry. I am sad. I want change. I have no power to do anything. I offer my two cents and it is summarily rejected. For those of you in the blogosphere who read this and don't respond, I could really use some words of encouragement, advice, and even prayer for the little girl who lives here three days a week. Thanks. C.L.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Summer Breeze...Makes Me Feel Fine....
Are You Ready for Some Football?!
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