Dear Candace,
I’m writing to you from the lumpy comfort of one of the farm beds. I’m here but not here for the weekend. Staying tonight and then running down to Silver Dollar City tomorrow for the day with Hosanna, my mom, and a mix of sisters! This weekend is all about celebrating Hosanna’s 17th birthday, enjoying Keturah’s quick visit-we never get her; school and work keep her so busy in Indy-and soaking in all the sunshine we can.
For real. I’ll be wearing shorts at the park tomorrow and hopefully no small children will be frightened. Shorts are hard for me, you know. I haven’t quite hit on the perfect style and length. They tend to be either too long or too, well, short. I’d like a lovely distressed pair for the summer, but I haven’t found it yet.
I finished reading The Child Whisperer, via audio book, and it was like the proverbial fire hose in my mouth. Sooo good, so much to think about! I have a library copy as well, but now I want* to purchase my own in order to re-read and make notes in the margins as I go. Hosanna already quite helpfully left me some post-it note comments in the book when she skimmed it…I’ll be glad to have her assistance in helping me parent better! Haha!
The author of the book explains her assessment of four main energy types, and how to be sensitive to our child’s true inner nature and its unique expression. Some of what she says sounds a bit woo-woo to me, but on the whole I feel like she has a wealth of practical and helpful guidance on how to honor, support, and build a healthy relationship with our children.
In other news, our internet stopped working this week and while I could wax eloquent about the experience and what we were reminded of, it’s basically that we don’t need it. Or not nearly as much as we think we do and are accustomed to. It was a good thing {being offline} that I’ll be returning to.
But then how would I write you? Stamps are expensive you know. Remember those days when we sent letters back and forth via our dads? Men’s Meeting Mail. Faster than the Pony Express!
Love,
Rachel
*Apparently I want a lot of things. But really, distressed shorts (maybe these?) and one’s own parenting book isn’t terribly greedy, is it?
Letter 39 {Farm Life & Casseroles}
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