Have you you ever felt like you thought you would have had MORE of something than you do?
I always thought we’d have more children. Growing up an only child, I figured I’d have at least three. So far, we have one son, Townes Holiday. His middle name was chosen since he was due Christmas Day, but that’s another story all together.
After spending this past weekend at the Wild and Free conference I was again reminded that we are indeed a minority in the homeschool world. Everyone I met had five or six or even ten children.
Have you ever packed up and moved to a place you’ve never been, nor heard of? I have, on two occasions. Make that three if you count when my father was stationed in Idar-Oberstein, Germany when I was about the same age as my son is now. This past fall found me and my family in such a place. New Cuyama, California. It is a forgotten town of about one thousand people in the Cuyama Valley of California’s central coast. We came to be in this place because I chased a job that didn’t exist in a place that my potential employer apparently didn’t intend to continue doing business. Which was a blessing that I could never have asked for.
The last post brought us from Palm Beach, FL to Waveland, MS. Plodding on westward, we opted to skip New Orleans, having visited there not long ago. And thus began the seesaw portion of the drive, whereby due to the construction of this section of Highway 10/ 12, the bus is induced into a fore to aft rocking motion that made me glad that the family is comfortable in the Mountaineer rather than green faced in the bus. I do love this piece of these United States and although we didn’t make many stops, enjoyed the scenery and the bayou breeze from my four by six inch driver’s window opening.