Contentment is a Choice

I can see it so clearly in my oldest daughter—that constant yearning and wanting and always needing something more.  No sooner does she get what she wants than she is on to the next thing, constantly pining for something else that is just out of reach.  Sometimes it feels like she is incapable of just enjoying the moment she is in, of appreciating what she has instead of worrying about what she is missing out on.  Her insatiable need for more scares me sometimes. 

And yet.

February is known as the month of love! For years and years, millions of people take time to celebrate their loved ones on or around February 14th, which is fast approaching. Husbands and wives shower each other with gifts of love, as do many parents for their children.

Although we should take time throughout the year to show our loved ones just how much we appreciate and value them, it can be all the more a blessing during this month of love!

I searched for the best gifts of love one could shower their family with and gathered them here just for you! So if you need some inspiration or a few creative ideas in how to best express your love, here are my top 9!

Dos and Don'ts of Homeschooling to Encourage You

1. Don't homeschool unless you and your spouse are both on board.
Do proceed if both parents are unified and at peace with the decision!

2. Don't wait to have all your ducks in a row until you start.
Do realize that you can only do it with God's help, strength, and guidance. (And you'll never have all your ducks in a row!)

3.

I once heard a mom of littles say she thought she was a very good housekeeper, until their dog died and she realized it had actually been her keeping things clean under the kitchen table.

So I think we should talk about sweeping and how we need to do it every day. Even if we’ve been on vacation probably, because somehow you know the floor is going to get dirty while you’re gone.

I asked my 17-year-old son if I could have permission to talk about him and his cereal problem, which has to do with the kitchen floor, and he said, Sure.

It's the same scene, on repeat.

It's 7:30 a.m., and I'm in bed. Still. The boys are watching TV. (One of the few shows we let them watch, but still...). The baby is snuggled up beside me, finally asleep after a night of gassy/poopy/hungry/who knows what.  I should be up making breakfast and combing hair (like all the other good moms I know) but I shut my eyes for *just a few more* minutes. I feel bad about it, but I'm Just. So. Tired.