parenting – Carrie Lee Ferguson

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August 4, 2020

Transforming Homemaking

“My life feels so small,” I said. “Calling your life small is the trick of the ego. Anything that takes you out of the present moment is a trick of the ego,” came the reply. It was during a weekly appointment with Bobbie Jo, a life transitions coach, and I sat there, uncomfortable. I didn’t think it was my ego urging me toward more. I knew there was a wildness, deep and infinite and good, inside of me wanting to have a place in the world. How could I possibly reconcile my wildness and my domesticity? I was dying to know. My homemaki[...]

Family Travel, Homemaking

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April 27, 2020

Family RV’ing: living well while traveling the country

Have you ever had the urge to sell the house and go explore the world? Chances are, you know a family doing just that. We often think of these families as being extraordinarily brave, but my friend Rachel, who spent two years traveling the U.S. in an RV with her family, says, “You can totally do it. It’s not like we’re special . . . we just sold our stuff!” That was how it began for this nature-loving family: they listed their stuff for sale. Rachel is a coach and meditation teacher. She is married to Adam and they have two children, Caelan (eigh[...]

Homemaking

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January 27, 2020

Patience: It’s about Milestones

“All the way across! You did it!” I laugh. “Elle, you did it!” She was not quite five. She wore a t-shirt with a picture of kittens on it, a white skirt with gray capri’s underneath; socks, no shoes. We were at the park. It was before the play-equipment was replaced, and so the monkey bars were still there—eight, thick yellow bars from one perch to the other. I watched her little body swing and sway, eyes focused on the next rung, feet hovering high above the sandy bottom. She went from one end to the other, one motion of her arms at a time. [...]

Home Education, Homemaking

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July 31, 2019

She Graduates

She graduates . . . and you want to post a picture, say something about how time flies but you know that this will never encompass what you feel and maybe this is why you find it difficult to post on social media but you try anyway. You sit in tender recognition of this thing called time and growth, of transitions and of new era’s, of looking back and moving toward the new. You recall the different shapes of her, the chubby, the slim, the dimpled, those bitty feet; and the old angles of you both around the house, holding on to coffee tables for balance, bending[...]