When Real Life Sneaks Into Sunday School

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I’m a licensed and experienced teacher, mom of four, former homeschooler, and have taught Sunday school too many times to count.

And I’m actually nervous about this week’s elementary lesson.

The scheduled text is on Peter and the Beggar. It’s the story where Peter and John approach the temple to pray and meet a beggar at the gate. They heal him in the name of Jesus, and send him off  “walking and leaping and praising God.”

I’ve taught this group several times. I’ve even presented this story before. But like all teachers , I’m anticipating my students’ questions, and this is where the nerves are kicking in…

I’m imagining a few raised hands this week… Continue reading

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GNO: Lisa Dobrich’s Favorite Things

20160306_132520-1-1I’m a retired homeschool veteran, a single mom and business owner who moved 2,000 miles back home to the Seattle area recently to begin the next chapter of my life.

My passion is working with Domestic Violence Services of Snohomish County to bring awareness through speaking at schools and women’s conferences in the area.

 I am also in the leadership team for my churches chapter of Celebrate Recovery as we help those with hurts, hang-ups or habits. Continue reading

Surviving High School With Your Introverted Child

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An enthusiastic cheerleader’s voice boomed through the loudspeaker over our heads and echoed down the shiny, tile hallway. Our little group paused until it was over.

“Sorry about that. Big game tonight.” The assistant principal said with a smile. He then motioned us toward a doorway marked “125”.  Inside, students were huddled together over papers and chrome books, talking and writing. They looked up at us briefly.

“This is one of our history classes. The students here are working on a group project,” he explained.

We watched for a while, then continued our tour. We were new parents and students, getting informed and oriented before the next school year. The following thirty minutes were spent moving from one spot to the next, as students pushed past each other in the hallway, reached across each other in the cafeteria, and talked over each other at classroom tables. It was a loud, busy place.

Personally, I loved high school, and happy memories washed over me that day. The energy of games, clubs, and social activities fueled me through my academics, and I thrived in it all.

But now, as a parent, I was seeing things through my daughter’s eyes. With her in mind, even this short tour made me tired.

She is extremely introverted person, and I realized I had to do some very intentional parenting for us both to survive until graduation day.  Continue reading

Present

It’s called Five Minute Friday. Each week, we write freely on a one-word prompt. Then we link up at the amazing Kate Motaung’s site. It’s a flash mob of writers- having fun and sharing their take on one word. This week’s prompt is:  PRESENT

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The best present I ever got was a used pencil with a broken tip.

It was my first year teaching and the last day of the semester. My second graders and I had learned a lot together since August and we were all ready for a break.

“You have five minutes to pack up your backpacks,” I warned, and walked to the bus list on my desk.

I turned back at a tug on my sweater. Continue reading

The Parenting Game That Could Change the World

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My kids and I like to play a game called “What if?”.

Kid: What if I brought home a pet snake without asking…

Me: You won’t. (Intimidating eye contact). 

Kid: I know. But what if I did? 

Me: I’d lock myself in my car until Dad came home. Then he’d take you and the snake to a more loving home… Continue reading

The Associative Property

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“Tell ’em about your blog, honey!” My husband waved his arm from me to our new friends with a proud gesture.

I could feel my face redden before the words were half-out of his mouth. I shot him a look, but it was too late. Their eyes were already glazing over. Continue reading

Our Effin’ Summer Plan (It’s not what you think…)

A couple of people have asked me to post this. I hesitate for fear of people thinking I’m a parenting expert in any way. THAT IS NOT THE CASE. At. All.

However, I have tried various ways to keep my teens active, learning, helpful, and growing over the summer. About four years ago, I came up with this plan, and it stuck.

Enough set-up. Here’s what we do. Not perfectly. Not without grumbling. But it seems to keep us out of trouble… Continue reading