Writing with Purpose - The Joy of Words from a Journaling Mom

Journaling started for me about the time I learned to hold a pen. Those first spiral notebooks in the early sixties held my dreams, my sketches, and my paper-doll creations. Did you know if you draw the face above the top line, there's no blue lines across their anatomy? I could cover up the rest of the blue lines with striped clothing. Long sleeves if their arms hung down, or their arms rested between the lines horizontally. (Just in case you ever need to draw paper-dolls on lined paper.)

And, everyone knows, paper-dolls do "Pharaoh, Pharaoh" with hand motions in long sleeve striped body suits with colorful skirts.

But, you're probably wondering what that has to do with YOU. And you'd be right. There should be some use of this information for you as a Mom, reading my blog. Definitely, keep reading.

Probably the biggest issue I've had with my boys is getting them to WRITE. As a home school mom, I've struggled with a few "assignments", because kids just don't like assignments, but none so much as getting them to write. My oldest daughter started writing about the age of seven and hasn't really stopped yet. She's a stellar marketer, and absolutely stunning in her sales position.

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A Marketing Friend has had an accident and can use our prayers, see Silver Linings.
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My next daughter didn't like writing "the usual things" but she loved blogging, writing in her forums, and sharing her opinions on such things as political candidates, teen pregnancy, abortion, parenting and education. She's currently using her many skills for work and promotion of her own business.

My oldest son hates writing, but he's creating a video game with characters that speak using a historical foundation. He's having to research his characters and the time frame to make them historically correct, and his writing skills are improving dramatically.

My youngest son is a published author working on more books. (He's only fourteen.)

If you're a home school mom, or even if you're not. These suggestions may come in handy for encouraging your children to write more. Paper-doll designs could come back eventually, too.

OMG, She's a Single Mom!

I knew I was in trouble when I showed up wearing jeans. The other moms in the group wore pretty dresses, high heels and curly hair tied up in buns.

The first clue came when my kids piled out of the van, and just kept coming. I had my four kids, my sister's three kids, and two neighbor kids whose mom was busy working. We all home schooled, but I was the only one available for this trip. I was driving the "Jan Van." We had room for three more.

There were five vans in the line up, all had men drivers. Except the "Jan Van," it had me.

I got out, uncurled two strollers, a fanny pack and a picnic basket. My fourteen year old daughter corraled most of the kids. My niece and a neighbor girl ran for the overlook. I called, "Don't fall over!" as they passed me. We got the three youngest, two mine and a neighbor child in the strollers and determined who was pushing strollers before we all gathered on the overlook for a quick looksee, to see how far down it was to the next level.

We determined it would be a quiet "splat" from this distance. Nobody fell over.

We filled up two picnic tables for lunch. After a quick "Grace" from the leader, a pastor in a local church, everyone commenced to eating the food on their tables. The open air and early spring day made for hungry tummy monsters and everyone was ready for their ham and cheese, pickles and chips. The cookies we saved for later. But, we nibbled on fruit while kids chattered away the time, waiting on other kids to finish. I put the food back in the basket and the boys carried our basket back to the van.

The first part of the afternoon was spent walking along the river trail, at lodge height, a ways up the mountain. The group intermingled to some extent. I could pick my niece out of any part of the crowd. The shortest in her age group, she was also the most verbal. She pushed a stroller and carried a small fanny pack with supplies. My daughter pushed a stroller with another fanny pack. And, I carried the rear with a baby in a backpack and another fanny pack. We had juice, water bottles, and other necessities.

If other kids came up and wanted a juice box, we had plenty for everyone. We shared nicely and everyone had a good time.

After the first bend in the river, one mom stepped back and said, "My son didn't need juice, how much do I owe you?"

I said, "You owe me nothing, I brought extra." We kept walking along the path, strollers tangled up and the other kids helped us push (or carry them) through the underbrush. We kept walking. My five year old got tired and crawled in the stroller with his brother for a nap. We kept tromping through the underbrush, leaving little mark, other than wheel tracks in our wake.

The river walk was well known, hard packed, and easy to walk even with strollers. Although, I felt a bit sorry for the ladies in high heels, as I tromped along in my hiking boots. One lady kept stopping to dump the gravel from her open toed pumps, until she finally offered to just push a stroller, so she had something to lean on when she had to stop. My daughter gave up her stroller post reluctantly.

Teenaged girls in the group suffered similar trauma,with rough sticks and brush catching their legs as they walked along four and five wide. The path wasn't created for dresses and bare legs. By the time we arrived near the river where broad open and sandy beaches welcomed bare feet, the girls had lost their mommy-shoes and were threading bare feet through the cool sand.

The kids all wanted more juice and we opened a couple of boxes packed beneath a stroller, so everyone could have more drinks. My niece pulled out a couple bags of cookies to enjoy with the juice. There was plenty of murmering among the ranks, but laughter as plentiful and the kids were having a good time. As the sun began to sink behind the mountains, I noticed the ladies gathering up their things and packing them away in backpacks.

One gentleman walked over, "Jan, we're going up to get the vans, the girls don't want to walk back up the mountain. One of my boys can drive my van, if you'd like me to bring your van down."

Another glance at the group of tired kids and I handed over my keys.

I walked a ways with him, explaining about the loose baby seat in the back seat of the van. I hadn't put the belt back on and I was concerned it might come flying at the driver.

A bit away from the crowd, he stopped and asked if I was married. I said, "Nope, my ex left almost a year ago and I'm a single mom."

He said, "After this, perhaps you'd rather ride along with one of the other families, so you can dress more appropriately and enjoy a day without responsibility."

I glanced around at the other women in the group, suffering from sore feet, and answered, "No, I think I'd probably dress the same as I am now, and I don't mind driving. Thank you."

"Besides," I smiled at him, "Where would you put all my extras?"

"Well, they wouldn't be allowed to come." He answered, "We prefer our children come along only with parents. We don't intermingle without parents included."

"Oh," I realized for the first time that all the children, outside my troup were with their own parents and really hadn't been mingling much, except for my herd. My kids had all interspersed the rest of the crowd and found friends in each small group. "So, going together isn't a way of socializing?"

"Not really, we just got group rates." He answered, "It's better for the kids if they stay with their parents and don't get used to the way other families behave. We'd appreciate if you come along again, if you'd bring only your children and keep them together. It's difficult to control children when they get out of line."

I shivered involuntarily.

He ascended the mountain side with my keys in his hand and I went back to gather up my tired crowd of kids, ranging in age from 2 to 15. Nine kids, and I hadn't even had to reprimand a one of them during the entire day. We'd had fun, enjoyed meeting new people, and learned a lot about nature from the trail guide, when he actually had an opportunity to speak to us.

Minutes later, settled into the van, everyone back in their seat, I looked over my group of children and wondered at the values we'd all shared that day. We'd come on this adventure with the expectations of making new friends, getting to know other home schoolers in the area and enjoying a lesson in nature. I realized I'd introduced myself to most of the adults and some of the kids, but only one had actually given me his name. I knew one of the women from the home school phone tree, but this was our first meeting. Mark, the gentleman who had introduced himself to me, had offered to get my van.

"Go ahead and get in line, I'll follow you home." Mark had pulled up beside me.

"I'm not going home. I'm meeting other parents in the city." I answered, "We'll catch up with you on the next outing?" I offered in response.

"I'll have Mattie call you." He rolled up his window and pulled into traffic.

I waited a bit, giving the kids a moment to settle into their seats, checked the tires, and got behind the wheel. As I pulled out of the parking lot I realized how fiercely independent I suddenly felt. My cell phone jingled and I answered it before I started the van.

"We just got done. Do you have time to meet us for pizza at Peter Pipers?" I asked my friend who home schooled her own teenaged boys.

"We'll be there in about twenty minutes." She laughed, "Sounds like a lot of fun."

"I think it will be." I pulled the van into traffic and listened to kids cheering about a stop for pizza. We arrived at about the same time as my friend. We ordered pizza, played games, and chattered loudly in a small corner of the pizza place.

I learned a lesson. Sometimes, being with the group doesn't mean you're socializing and it's not always okay to participate with a group of people you don't know well, even when you share an interest. I sent a nice thank you note, along with kids notes to the home school group for the outing. I never got another call from Mattie, and we never missed outings with that home school group. There were always other groups, other events, and happenings where it didn't matter that I was a single mom with a herd of little ones learning about life and loving every minute.