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Good morning. It is early, the kids are sleeping, and it’s dark outside. I love this time of day when everything is new. I am sitting in my prayer corner, a renovated area of my home (it used to be the bar!), surrounded by books, pictures of my people, my favorite Divine Mercy Image, and Our Lady of Fatima. A fresh cup of coffee is steaming beside me.
Knowing that I am making time for my personal writing makes me feel warm inside; I’ve been working to mold 12, 13 and 14 year olds into writers; it feels delicious to just sit and write for fun.
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I have a friend that I don’t see as often as I would like. Yet when we make the time to hang out, it’s like old times immediately. We laugh and enjoy each other’s company; I think we are comfortable with each other because our shared history binds us. She knows just about everything there is to know about me, yet she still loves me. Because of her unconditional acceptance, I like who I am with her.
I'm going to jump into the deep because there have been MANY TRAGEDIES HAPPENING for people in my circle in Wichita, Kansas, and I feel the need to address this head-on: What Do You Do When Someone is Hurting?
I love being a mom.
Now, before I lose anyone, let me also share that yes, there have been some really hard, difficult, sacrificial aspects of my vocation, like when I had three children in three and a half years, and my husband and I were both still in our early twenties, learning life as well as each other.
Summer. It’s summer. YEAH! It’s summer!
For many years, when I was a mom of littles, summer meant all of the children home, which meant that I needed to up my game as a caregiver. I made summer plans, which included keeping my children occupied, my house somewhat clean, and my sanity intact. For the last several years, as a mom of bigs, summer has meant lazy days, as the kids slept forever and ever, then, once up, kept themselves busy with friends, projects, and summer jobs. This year summer means something altogether different. If I am honest, I don’t think I’ve ever looked forward to summer as much as I have in the past several months, as I finished up a year of teaching full-time at Holy Spirit Catholic School in Goddard, Kansas.
Greetings! I hope you had a wonderful Christmas, filled with familial love, deep joy and just enough chaos to keep you grounded.
For this blog, I did a different type of podcast; I created this podcast without a script. Why? Well, I truly wanted to speak from my heart to yours today. So, when you have time, I invite you to listen to this blog via this podcast:
FRIENDS! It has been a hot minute! I have not been able to podcast since July! Crazy! But, drum roll, the first quarter of teaching middle school English/Language Arts at Holy Spirit Catholic School in Goddard, Kansas, is officially over. (We are actually now deep into the second quarter. Time keeps flying!)
No one was more surprised than me when I was asked to teach middle school for a year. I mean, shocked. I found it interesting how supportive my family was of this move.
I got up early last week so I could finish reading a book. It was a surprisingly good book and after I finished it, I sat and cried from a place deep inside me.
Now, here’s the deal. I didn’t cry because of the book. I wept because I am going to be teaching middle school English/Language Arts at Church of the Holy Spirit this school year. If you know anything about me, you know how much I love to read and write. While reading that book, I realized that I will be able to talk about books and writing all day every day. And that thought brought a cascade of unexpected but very welcome emotions. It almost felt sacred. Friends....I know that the audio quality for this particular podcast is not the best, but it will have to do.
Imagine that you had to create a new social media account for yourself, on Instagram, Facebook or Pinterest. And as part of that media campaign, you needed to share who you were in a very authentic way. So you were told to pick the five categories in your life that you were most passionate about; those areas would be highlighted on that platform.
What five things/people/groups/activities would make it into your top five?
If you are an older mom and if you could go back to when your first child was a newborn and do it all over again, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? If you are like me, you have a list. A very long list.
If you had to hone it down to the THREE things you would do differently, what would those three things be? (And yes, I would love love love to hear your answers!!) So, how did this post idea originate? I credit Ashley Kreutzer out of Buffalo, New York, for this one. She is a young mom of many littles. |
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I'm Lori Doerneman Wife. Mom. Catholic. Idealist with 8 kids, keeping it real. 
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