I recorded these song covers before the weekend when I spent time in a freaking awesome seminar-workshop. Oh, and here are links to the mp3s, yo:
You and your family are freaking awesome, Mrs. Juneau. Large families aren’t perfect, but it’s not like they can’t be great. I think my father’s parents and his eight siblings can be proof of the large family’s potential for awesomeness as well. 🙂
Large families are an anomaly in desperate need of an advocate in modern society.
A prompt on a health website asked, “Are you an advocate for any cause?”
I sputtered to myself, “I am not an advocate for anything or anybody!”
Immediately after that statement, a new idea popped into my mind, “Hey, wait a minute. I stand up for large families in modern society!”
Thoughts on Large Families
In my experience as a mother of nine children, I have met more condemnation than acceptance and more questions that understanding. Perhaps it is because I do not look like the mother of a large family. I am tiny, look younger than my age, and all my life people have labelled me as cute. People’s first reaction to me is shock. Confusion follows because I am happy.
A joyful, cute, tiny mother of nine simply baffles people. I shatter all their…
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Ah, what a fun family… 🙂
The garden was my children’s domain as well as mine because I wanted them in the garden, connecting with the earth. As they planted seeds, watered growing plants and picked fruit and vegetables, they became attuned to the rhythms of nature. My kids marvelled at the power packed in a tiny seed because after planting one bean seed, they soon ate handfuls of green beans they picked themselves. They were free to pick and eat beans, snow peas, raspberries, strawberries and carrots straight from the garden as snacks.
Of course, my children complained about weeding especially when it was hot. To solve that problem they dumped buckets of cold well water over each others’ heads and just generally ran around screaming before attacking weeds. They made games out of their jobs, staged competitions when they picked potato bugs and helped make rhubarb jam and frozen strawberries, currants and raspberries.
Personally. I love to dig in the warm earth without gloves so I can feel the moist earth as well…
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