margiesims.com - Faith. Funny. Life with Ten Kids.
RSS Follow Become a Fan

Delivered by FeedBurner


Recent Posts

Scholarship Time
Ninety Years? Not for Sissies.
The Wisdom of the Oompa Loompas
Keeping Score
How to Make a Monster

Most Popular Posts

The Green Tennis Ball
My High Flying Tiger
A Good Sign
A Whole, Entire, Complete Day Off.
Proms and Prayers

Categories

Faith
Family
Fan (Book Reviews)
Food
Friends
Fun
Fundamentals
Funds (paying for college)

Archives

November 2016
October 2016
May 2016
March 2016
February 2016
December 2015
November 2015
October 2015
September 2015
June 2015
May 2015
April 2015
March 2015
January 2015
December 2014
November 2014
September 2014
July 2014
June 2014
May 2014
April 2014
March 2014
February 2014
January 2014
December 2013
November 2013
October 2013
September 2013
August 2013
July 2013
June 2013
May 2013
April 2013
March 2013
February 2013
January 2013
December 2012
November 2012
October 2012
September 2012
August 2012
July 2012
June 2012
May 2012
April 2012
March 2012
February 2012
January 2012
December 2011
October 2011
September 2011
August 2011
July 2011
June 2011
May 2011
April 2011
March 2011
February 2011

powered by

The Bloggy Mommy

Faith

The Wonder of It All

I hope my long absence from the blog hasn't gone unnoticed.  A lot has been simmering at our house and this week it is boiling (and I am bubbling) over.  My heart is so full. 

For the last four years (plus a year at the Prep School) our son has been on a journey to graduate from West Point. It is a goal he has had since he was about seven, when he told his dad he wanted to be a soldier. I had never even heard of the place, but the Captain put the dream in Matt's heart.  "If you want to be a soldier, you should go to West Point.

What a Privilege

What a difference twenty years makes. 

Twenty years ago we began attending Bellevue Baptist Church in Memphis.  It didn't take long to plug into a Sunday school class, making fast friends with other couples who were also trying to decipher how to raise kids.  After Sunday school, we sat under the teaching of Dr. Adrian Rogers--truly one of the greatest preachers ever. What a privilege.

By the time number five was on the way, I realized I was in way over my head.  I became a regular at the Thursday morning MOMS Bible study with Jean Stockdale.

A Mother's New Year Resolutions

Some old, some new, but here they are--

A Mother's New Year Resolutions. 


I will not scold happy noise. 

I will use the TV as a babysitter-- rarely and as if it costs $10 an hour. 

I will give my kids a 1970's summer. 

I will, without apology, be the nutrition, grammar, hygiene, wardrobe, curfew and screen police. 

I will, without apology, require uncompensated help around the house. It's called being part of a family. 

I will, without apology, put my husband's and children's ambitions before my own.

From Open House to Open Mike

"The only thing that doesn't change is change," my oldest son once said.  If changing traditions is hard for you to embrace, here's one way to take the sting out of the inevitable. This piece appears in this month's Memphis Parent.  

Being the youngest of eight, my Christmas traditions have always been packed with people.  Now, as the mother of ten, the holidays still call for a crowd.  If I ever meet a lonely Christmas, I suspect I will have to find the nearest throng and join in.

Just Right.


This year flew by, more than one of my daughters confirmed as we were cooking together today. 

Thanksgiving dinner is now in the books, and the dishes are in the dishwasher, thanks to the men of the family (it's what they do after the women cook all morning).

Maybe that is why I am thinking in list form today--the pressing feeling to get my shopping done (but don't worry, I am not a T-Day shopper). 

Here's my Thanksgiving list, though, that can be broken down into three parts, kind of like in Goldilocks:  Too Much.
Website Builder provided by  Vistaprint