I would walk behind the seed dropper and waddle like a penguin. My little feet pushed the soil over the seeds and lightly packed it. The feeling of success and accomplishment was overflowing.
This is the welcome from our first-ever newsletter, printed in May 1995.
Taken from a new chapter in the upcoming 21st Anniversary Edition of To Train Up a Child
There are paths we choose in life that forever change our destiny. Sometimes the choices seem small, even insignificant, such as becoming friends with someone, speaking negatively about another, or getting too involved in an activity. Sometimes it is our … Read more
Either I have forgotten what it is like to be solely responsible for a two year- old, or I have gotten out of shape— both physically and mentally.
Every parent trains their children. They train them to scream and pitch fits, or they train them to be sweet and obedient, but the child is trained either way.
Growing up, homeschooling was our way of life. It was part of every job, every fishing trip, and everything we did as a family. Most of the time we did not realize that we were learning.