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Titus 2:1 Conference for homeschool bloggers


Hitting the Pause Button

Today we’ve reached the middle of The Power of One series. It’s a good time to think about what we’ve discussed so far. We’ve talked about:

The Power of One in general

The Power of One Minute

The Power of One Task

The Power of One Victory

The Power of One Attitude


The Power of One Tweak

Which one is your favorite? I’d like a chance to discuss this and let everyone catch up.

In other news, I’m going to be at the Titus 2:1 Conference in under two months, and tickets are selling fast. It’s a great conference for bloggers, and you won’t be sorry you went! Push play to see why you should come–can you find me in the video?

Thank you to Ashley Pichea for the great picture from last year’s 2:1 Conference that I’m using at the top of this post.

I am also speaking in the Exceptional Children Expo in a couple weeks. The great thing about this expo is you listen from home! You can even stay in your jammies and have dishes in the sink–no one will know. Click on the picture below for more information–lots of special needs help in store!

Exceptional Children Expo
Next Monday we’ll continue with a new Power of One post. But first I want to ask again, how has this series helped you? I’d love to hear from you in the comments!



Where are the Helping Hands?

I am hiding with hot chocolate and What Not to Wear while the boys are playing in their room. Trust me, I don’t do this very often. I just needed some space after our trek to the library for story time.

I think I have a week’s worth of blog posts from that trip.

I kid you not!

Here’s the short version: Feel like I’m pulling teeth to get boys out the door. Walk to library since we don’t have a car today. Surprise ourselves and get there with time to spare. Meatball is not interested. Period. Fine, we’ll look for books and hang out. Dr. J mentions that maybe we should leave because it looks like rain is coming. Check out books, give Meatball last chance, he falls apart. Leave. Beat the rain home. Give boys snack and hide.

Between hanging out and leaving, one other mom had a resistant child. She had a little girl and an infant, as well as a stroller. Finally, her daughter lost it. Screaming and all.

This story time is for kids only, and the moms wait in the library. The moms who were sitting around waiting for story time to end–some reading, some chatting with each other–got pretty quiet. I was waiting for someone to say something to her about her child’s behavior, but they didn’t. I did here, “I think she’s ready to go home.” That could be down-the-nose or empathetic, so we’ll give the benefit of the doubt and go for empathetic.

When this started, the mom was holding her infant and trying to encourage her daughter. Once the screaming started, the poor lady walked around the edge of the library with stroller and screaming preschooler and struggled to get out the door. I wanted to go help her, but I couldn’t leave the boys, one of whom was having his own issues.

Here’s my question, and maybe next time I’ll get bold enough to ask it (in a nice way, of course!).

There were two grandmothers sitting on a bench chatting about vacations. Two other mothers were each standing separately, reading or holding books. Those are just the ones within the vicinity. Why didn’t they offer to help her get out the door?

I am really hoping for a discussion here. Yes, I confess I’m feeling a tad judgmental and I’m trying to leave that behind. I really want to know why we don’t help other people in public.

Why not offer to unload groceries for an elderly gentleman or lady, or someone who is dealing with a physical challenge?

Why don’t we say, “Can I  push the stroller for you so you can carry your toddler?”

Why don’t we walk over and open the door?

The scenarios are endless.

I’m guessing my pre-mom self would not have offered help, not having been there. Now that I’m a mom AND a mom of a special needs child, I see things in a different way. But maybe I’m being unreasonable.

Are others afraid they will embarrass the lady by calling further attention to her? Is it taboo? Isn’t there a way to offer help that comes across as genuine and not judgmental?

So, I look forward to a discussion in the comments, if you would indulge me. I’m not ignoring matters of safety. I’m just wondering why we don’t offer to help more often.


The Power of One

I will never forget what Elisabeth Elliot said when I had the privilege of hearing her speak in person. I didn’t know that as a young adult fresh out of college I didn’t really need those words as much then as I would fifteen or more years down the road of life.

Mrs. Elliot shared her story. She relayed how her husband and some other men who were missionaries to a dangerous tribe of Auca Indians were brutally murdered. Of course the next day she woke up in grief and shock. If I remember correctly, she said her daughter was two. Mrs. Elliot wondered what she and the other now-single women with young children would do.

I can’t even imagine.

Of course the audience hushed as they listened, including me. Then she shared what I’ll never forget. Continue reading