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First Day Means Things Change


I’m sure you can guess what this means.  It’s Oz’s first day of work.  That meant last night the kids had to be packed off to bed at a reasonable time in order for Oz to get up at the crack of dawn.  Everything’s going to change, and it might not be in a bad way.

First thing this morning, about 3:30 or so, Oz got up to get ready for work.  We’d had the worst bed sharing night in a long time.  Oz was on one side.  I was squeezed on the other.  Sander and Luca took up the whole middle of the bed.  Neither of them wanted to sit still, so both Oz and I got beat up all night.  Neither of us got much sleep until I changed Luca in hopes that it would be just enough to help (even though I don’t think he was even wet), and Sander was evicted to the cozy spot of floor he likes beside Oz’s side of the bed.  He’s got a nice little nest there.  It was still dark and early when Oz got dressed and ready to go.

Thankfully, he got a ride, which meant he wasn’t walking or biking in the freezing temperatures outside.  He was lucky that one of his new co-workers (and the person that referred him to the job) was able to pick him up.  This certainly must have made his life easier.

The kids and I got up around 7:30 this morning, all except for Sander, who insisted on sleeping in Daddy’s spot until almost 10.  They ate breakfast, chilled out, and actually read books!  Even Corde who hates reading sat down with a book to read to Beekee!  While I have to admit I’ve slacked off this morning.  I meant to get lots of laundry done.  I meant to get the dishes from this morning done.  I meant to help Corde with her reading.  Instead I just sat here reading and kicking around on the computer.  Yup, it’s a lazy morning for us all.

Tonight is going to be really interesting.  We’ve got Mormon missionaries coming for dinner.  They showed up on Friday when we were getting ready for the exterminator.  Oz directed them to park in the driveway instead of on the grass so management didn’t try to ban them from the park.  When they came back by he asked them to come over during the week.  They were over for a few minutes last night, then Oz invited them to dinner tonight.  I was totally put off by this.  One, I’ve never actually invited the Mormons in when they’ve come to my door.  I was just never interested in what they had to say.  I’ve never really known anyone who was, so I was completely unsure of what having them over really meant.  Then to have them invited back for dinner?  They were nice people, so thankfully my panic wasn’t “What the heck do you think you’re doing?”  Instead I asked “What the heck are we going to make for dinner?”  In an unplanned moment of “I must have known this was coming”, I bought a whole chicken at the grocery store when I was last there.  It’s been sitting in the freezer since the end of last week, waiting to be pulled out and cooked.  Oz bought some cheesy broccoli when he was at the store the last time to pick up some milk.  When we get a ride to the store we never buy just milk because we don’t know how long it will be before we’ll get another ride, and with my ankle bumming out on me, we want to be sure we’re covered in case walking to the store won’t be a great option.  We also have some carrots that just need to be cut and steamed.  I’m going to be a busy woman this afternoon, so I guess I can feel okay about kicking my feet up for a while and resting my ankle before dinner has to be made.

The interesting thing about the Mormons coming, I was wondering what Oz was thinking.  I knew he’d grown up in the Mormon church until some age where he just stopped having any involvement at all because his step-dad insisted that Oz wasn’t old enough to make the decision on baptism.  Personally, I was baptized when I was a baby, so I don’t see the big deal in baptizing a kid.  If they choose a different faith later, that’s fine, but there’s really no harm in being baptized in a faith you’re practicing.  It doesn’t prevent you from being baptized or initiated in a different faith.  It doesn’t hurt you.  It doesn’t sign in blood that you have to follow this religion always or your soul will belong to some foul being.  While my children aren’t baptized, if any of them asked them to be I wouldn’t tell them they aren’t old enough to make a decision on their own.  After all, what is the right age to make that decision?  When are you “old enough” to know what faith you want to practice?  It’s really unfair to set a certain number on that, especially if you want your children to choose for themselves. It’s much different if you want them to grow up and share your faith.

I’m a little bit nervous about having the Mormons over tonight.  I mean, I’m not sure what it’s all about.  They don’t sound incredibly pushy or anything, but you never know.  The church down the street didn’t seem pushy, but now Oz is being pressured to get his family back in church to protect us from Satan, and I’m really becoming uncomfortable with that.  It felt nice to be there for a while, but then I realized it was belonging that I wanted, and not the faith.  I don’t think the faith is right for me.  I’m not sure I know what is.  I’m not going to proudly confess to be Christian when I’m not comfortable with the truthfulness of that claim.  I think there are some very good teachings, but it doesn’t feel right for me.  I don’t want to face that kind of pressure again because we’re not all going to church.

Poor Oz.  He was so shy about admitting that he was thinking about returning to his childhood church.  There are too many jokes about Mormons.  There are a lot of misconceptions about the spirituality.  I know I could say I can’t know it’s not for me because I’ve never tried it, but I’m more drawn to other spirituality, non-Christian paths.  If it’s what’s right for Oz, more power to him.  There’s no reason why parents of two different faiths can’t raise beautiful children while making sure to keep their own spiritual needs fulfilled.  I’ve known for a very long time how to get my spiritual needs met.  It’s time he figures that out for himself too.  It’s incredibly important in life.  Hopefully by leading through example our children will be able to bravely get their own needs met as well.

And because this JUST came into my little scope of a world view, there is something else I would like everyone to check out.  This mother is grieving, needs support, and just had CPS called into her life on reasons that are less than honorable.  This poor mother just lost her child and needs the freedom to grieve.  Now CPS is putting her under a microscope.  I just want to put this out there so hopefully she’ll see that there are many people out there sending their love.  And for those of you who are religiously inclined, she could probably use all the prayer for her situation that can be offered.  Check her out at The Progressive Parent.


Author: Fox

With four kids, who has time for much? We spend a lot of time together, which translates to a lot of knitting time for me when we hang out. We've been trying to get back to our unschooling roots. We watch a lot of videos, play a lot of games, and pay attention to the things we notice in our everyday life. It's been quite the big adventure!

2 thoughts on “First Day Means Things Change

  1. Congrats to Oz on the new job! All the changes will be worth it! I nominated you for the Beautiful Mom Blog Award. If you would like to accept this award it will be on my blog on 2/18/13

    • Thank you so much! I’ll definitely have to accept it and pass it on! Now I just need to figure out how to do that…hmm…copy the graphic and repost it? I’ll figure it out I’m sure. And now to track down library books so I can return them before I forget…

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