Happy wife, happy life

Experts say that moving is in the top five most stressful events a person can experience in life, alongside death in the family, divorce etc... In my lifetime I can claim 24 moves, including this current move to Massachusetts. Yes, I moved 24 times; no I was not a military kid either. Perhaps it's the product of a mother, who felt she should school hop her four kids throughout their educational years. I was in six schools in 13 years. Moving does not seem as monumental to me as it does, say perhaps a person who has never moved or moved only once or twice in their life...someone, say like my husband - the poor soul. I have always been very fearless and independent and the prospect of a new locale seems, well, very pioneer-like to me. Out of 24 moves, only two stand out as being highly stressful to me. One was the time my sister and I left North Carolina, broke - literally with about 15 dollars to our name, traveling north to Delaware to move into a cellar-basement apartment with our older brother. We coasted into Delaware on fumes and spent our last two dollars on the last toll into Delaware. We had no money and little food for a long, long time. I can recall going to the gas station and asking for .75 cents in gas (the 75 cents we stole from my brother's change machine he had in his room) so that we could go to the store and buy Raman Noodle Soup at .25 cents (which we also stole) per package just to have food to eat. Not a pleasant year to remember. The other time was when we left my hometown, the town in which all my happy memories reside - the town I was born and raised in - the town where my husband and I bought our first home, to move to a more "rural" location. We had picked a four acre mini-farmette. We figured it would be better for the children to have a lot of land versus growing up on a 50x150 foot lot. I will NEVER forget our first night in that house. The previous owners left it disgustingly dirty - right down to the hair in the drain in the tub. Yes, it was gross. After a long day of moving furniture and putting the kids to bed, I walked out to the driveway and cried for a good 45 minutes, filled with complete regret at our decision. But I did make the best of what had been handed to me and the children did, indeed, love the huge property. But, we quickly outgrew our small three bedroom rancher and I became completely burned out with homeschooling, at the time, five children. The "house" never felt to me like a home. This is not to say that wonderful memories were not fostered in that house. We moved in with three children and left with six! We had the opportunity to "farm" raising chickens (dumbest creatures on the face of the earth, but comical to watch!), horses and the like.

This most recent move to Massachusetts, for me at least as I cannot speak for my very patient husband, was seamless. Yes, it stunk for about a month with boxes piled high and the whole moving day itself, but coming up here to Massachusetts was basically very smooth. The kids adjusted very well. No nightmares. No complaints. No homesickness. Now, mind you, I had been doing a perpetual novena to St. Anne (my Patron) and St. Philomena for several years to follow God's will for us. While I desperately tried to force moving to Maine as God's will, well it just wasn't meant to be.

And I must add, it was time. Time to fly - time to go. I had prayed a prayer for detachment to person, place and thing so that I could have the courage to leave all that I knew and loved like my Parish, my family and friends, my familiar way of life. God answered that request, sometimes in a very harsh manner, but nonetheless, He answered and the courage to leave came without hesitation.

Today I was in Target and me and the children picked up several school supplies such as back-packs and notebooks etc... There is a certain thrill in the prospect that the children will be properly taught by the good nuns and brothers. I do still believe that mothers are capable of homeschooling their children, especially when no other option is available to them, but in my heart I truly believe it isn't the best option. Now I know many who read this - some, if not many, are homeschooling mothers themselves might raise an eyebrow or two - but truly I do not think we, as mothers and wives cannot fully fulfill our vocation in the home when we are trying to school five, six, seven children as well as do laundry, cook meals, clean house etc...and I firmly believe in the good of children being under the influence of good and holy nuns, brothers and priests in a school setting. I think of St. John Bosco. This is the conclusion that I have been led to; it may not be God's will for everyone else, especially those who have NO other option.

It's funny how we change and grow over time. Ten years ago you would have never heard me say the above words...never (!). But time has a way of changing us as our life is ever growing and ever moving in other directions. When your children are small you think you can conquer the world, but life takes on different challenges when you suddenly have teenagers and children with learning impairments. You have to stop and rethink, "What am I capable of?" Surely, those who do not agree with my line of thinking will immediately respond with, "God will give you ALL the graces you need to homeschool!!" I know this because it has been said to me a dozen or more times. Yes, I believe God is capable of anything for He is GOD, but is it HIS will for a mother to continue in an exhausted state, working from home to bring in income, homeschool many children on different levels, tend to the home, tend to the yard, raise babies and do a million loads of laundry? I don't know. For me it was clear. I was NOT doing the best I could do for my children and we DID have other options and we went for it. We went for it and trusted God would hold us up and so far...He has in many magnificent ways. We have nothing to fear and I meet too many homeschooling moms who homeschool out of fear - fear of what is "out there" and out of creating a protective "bubble" to raise up Saints. I recall many Saints in the history of the Church who actually went to school! Gasp.

At any rate, we continue to strive forward, trust in our Good Lord to lead us and uphold us on this new journey. I know He will else He wouldn't have led us to this place.

Regarding the world of Traditionalism

I have wanted to blog about this topic for a long time now, but I was hesitant because I didn't want my bent to be out of bitterness or skewed in some way; I probably cannot escape the former at this point, but I will give it my best shot.

Since there are many people from all walks who read this blog, I'll give a brief (ha!) history of my own personal religious background before I delve into what I think is a rising problem within the world of "traditionalism". I was baptized in November 1978 at St. Rose Catholic Church. We were raised devout Catholics. Today, in the traditional circle in which we find ourselves I would probably have to preface that as saying, "We were raised devout Novus Ordo Catholic," but I digress. My parents were Eucharistic Ministers (gasp!), and part of the charismatic movement (gasp, faint), my brother was an altar boy. We moved from our little suburb to a more farming-type community. We attended a small Catholic church in town. Around the time that I turned 12 years old my parents decided to become Protestants; Independent, Fundamental Baptists to be exact. Polar opposites from the Holy Catholic Church. This was a strange new world with "altar calls" and a dunking tank for baptisms. Yes, I did make an altar call at 12 - not knowing any better and following my father who rose from his pew to go to the front of the church to "be saved." Yes, I did put on the white robe and step into the dunking tank to be re-baptized as I was told my Catholic baptism was not valid. Suddenly I had a second birthday, my date of natural birth and now my new "saved" date. Everyone wrote this in their Bibles - King James of course. The Holy Ghost did smile upon me though and I had a real saving grace by way of my first cousin. My uncle (my Dad's brother) would often let his daughter spend the weekend with us. He did insist, however, that she attend Mass on Sunday. Of course, I volunteered for this job every time she came to stay with us. When I stepped foot in the church and smelled the incense (they still used incense at this point) and saw the flickering candles (before electric ones took their place) and heard the beautiful hymns (before guitar solos took their place) I knew this is where I was meant to be. God would preserve me. The years went on. I dutifully attending Sunday school, Sunday morning service, youth group, Sunday evening services, Wednesday evening prayer meetings, missionary conferences, Bible conferences and so on. Every so often I would express my desire to return to the Catholic Church. This was always met with, "When you turn 18 you can do what you want." So I waited patiently for my 18th birthday. Of course I was still a senior in high school and I still was not allowed "to do what I want" because I was "still under their roof." Sadly, in February of my senior year my father passed away from an motor vehicle accident in the middle of the night. Everything seemed to unravel at this point. I still had to think about college through this nightmarish time. I wanted to go to New York and attend St. John's University. My mother, who now held the purse strings did not concur. I should have seen the writing on the wall when my older brother was denied his choice of colleges, University of Delaware, because my parents (I should say my mother) wanted him to go to Bob Jones University (!) instead. And so I was sat down and given a short list of colleges to choose from: Bob Jones, Liberty University, Pensacola Christian College and Cedarville College. All GARBC (General Association of Regular Baptists or garbage as I would like to say - sorry for my lack of charity, please insert humor). I picked what I thought to be the most liberal, Cedarville. I do not regret my days there because I made some wonderful friends with whom I still have contact with. I did get to see my dream fulfilled in my sophomore year when my mother allowed me to transfer to Queens, NY and go to St. John's. I lasted one semester. Firstly, because I could not afford it and secondly, because I missed my friends terribly. So back to Cedarville I went.

In my junior year my mother promptly informed me that she would no longer fund my college education. I suppose this was for the best as I was working on my last demerit before being kicked out anyway. At long last, after leaving Cedarville, I returned to the Catholic Church and was confirmed. I met my future husband in 1993 and we married in 1994 in the same Catholic Church for which I was baptized. We were quite happy and devout Catholics.

We had early on decided we were going to homeschool our children and in 2003 I was invited to a homeschool conference in Berlin, NJ. Little did I know that stepping foot in this conference would change the course of my life and the life of my family for the next 8 years. One of the seminars happened to be held in the chapel proper. As soon as I walked in I was brought back to my early years as a Catholic child; the faint smell of incense, the lit candles, the statues of our beloved Saints. Prior to this conference I never even knew there was a "Traditional Latin Mass." I had heard it once at our local parish; that a group of Latin Mass goers would temporarily be using our little church for Mass until their chapel was finished. I assumed it was a group of Latinos.

At any rate, I started attending Wednesday evening Mass at the Traditional Latin Parish in Berlin. Soon our entire family would join in early 2003. I was a bit like a fish out of water. I didn't dress the same as the other women and I felt a bit out of place at times. Soon I would get to know some families. Soon I was handed pamphlets in a non discreet manner informing me of the importance of wearing a chapel veil on my head during Mass and why it was good and holy to wear only skirts and dresses. After reading and giving ample thought and seeing the example of some of the Pius families I began to fit in; wearing my chapel veil and switching from pants to skirts and dresses.

I saw many families come and go over the years at this Parish. Many had a falling out with our priest, some no longer felt a Diocesan Latin Mass was good enough and moved on to holier places of worship. There were many falling outs. I thought this a strange phenomenon, but we hung in there, being swept away with the current of the Traditional community. These folks would soon become as a second family to us.

I should now state that there is a line to be drawn before proceeding further. There is the beauty, holiness and reverence of the Tridentine Mass. This we shall never leave. For us there is nothing like it - the simple reverence shown to Our Lord at Mass each Sunday is enough to keep coming back. I do attend a Novus Ordo Mass here and there when times conflict or we are away. On the other side of the line there is the Traditional community.

The community for which we found ourselves had many, many blessings and many, many heartaches. As time marched on I found myself in a bit of a quandary. My feet ached daily. I was being worked up for multiple sclerosis. I saw my general physician who informed me I needed a cortisone shot in my heel and I needed to start wearing sneakers with more foot support to heal the damaged heels. You see, at this point I had been in my sensible "traddie shoes" for several years. Since I am not a girl who likes Birkenstocks, I would wear trouser hose and flat shoes. This ruined my feet. I did receive the shot, I did start wearing the sneakers and I did go back to wearing pants. Why you ask? Because I didn't want to look like a baptist missionary in my jeans skirt and sneaks. Yes, I know - pride goeth before the fall and what a fall I would soon take for this decision.

I started to re-evaluate why I was doing everything I was doing for the past five years. I started speaking out for the good and charitable folks that I personally knew who attended the Novus Ordo. This was not at all accepted or welcomed and when you couple this with my new attire (I even had a parishioner comment on my facebook on a picture of me wearing jeans, "This is not your usual attire." True story) I started to hear the whispers, the rumblings and most of all the silence. I can't completely say I blame them for I had once been in their shoes. Embarrassingly I had also been that person who was the shunnER. I look back on how swept up in the Pharisee-mentality and I am ashamed. Now I was the one on the other side. It didn't feel too good. I felt like the Amish woman who asked for a driver's license and a new Mercedes Benz; "Will you still be wearing your bonnet when you put the top down on the benz?" The more I re-evaluated my reasons for my decisions the more I saw myself on the outside of the community. Not everyone, but enough to make an impact on my life.

I happened upon this Catholic forum and a particular post caught my eye. The anonymous poster stated the following:

Among traditionalists, there is unfortunately an air of superiority and commonly a lack of Charity. The reasons for it are many but it mainly boils down to a common thread: folks who "left the novus ordo" did so because they were dismayed at the abuses not only in the liturgy but in the teaching of the Faith. At the places where they found the old Mass, they usually found solid doctrine being preached as well. In such an environment certain unfortunate attitudes will be developed, and certain less-than-ideal modes of discourse will arise with our "less enlightened" Catholic brethren who have not yet followed us to "the true Mass." Again, I'm putting this in terms common to the traddies.

So I was particularly struck by this sermon from Audio Sancto -- given by a "trad" priest and aimed at trad Catholics -- when I heard it:

Conquer Your Inner Pharisee With Humility and Meekness

In it, the priest (who preaches missions and retreats all around the country) addresses the Pharisaical attitude that is common among many trads and exhorts us to realize this weakness and overcome it.

Long story short: I think that anyone who calls themselves a traditional Catholic should listen to this sermon at least three times a year. We might "have more" than others, but more will be demanded of us. And if we don't have Charity... then which Mass we attend will make no difference in the final analysis.

I find this to be quite true, unfortunately. Another poster said this, "And no, this does *NOT* mean every Catholic before Vatican II was a Pharisee. Being a Pharisee involves taking a rigorist view of the Church and expecting every Catholic to conform to it." This hit the nail on the head. Catholic come in all shapes and sizes. No one truly knows the heart of others, but if you don't allow yourself to get past their exterior to see what is in their heart you are just as bad as the Pharisees for whom Christ condemned. I remember the scene from the 70's mini-series, "Jesus of Nazareth" when Christ wanted to dine with Matthew and his disciples desperately tried to keep him from going to his home for He might become unclean, defiled. From my experience I can see this same mentality. I truly believe that some folks in the traditional community have their head in the right place, but their hearts and souls have no charity and without charity we are nothing. I had to be taught this lesson by walking a mile in the shoes of those for whom I personally shunned.

After I hit "publish" on my blog, a good friend sent me this link. Instead of quoting from it I will simply post the link here. Read it, especially if you fall into the sad category of those anygry trads.

The Tridentine Mass itself will always be the choice for us. I am proud that my children will be attending a Traditional Catholic School, taught by nuns in habits and brothers in robes. Again, there is a line - there is the Mass and then there is the community. Within the community there is a sub-community. I hope to never be swept again into the sub-community who try to do the right thing, but in their pursuit are blinded by the greater picture and lose their sense of charity one towards another. I will not chase after those who walk in their own righteousness just to have a feeling of belonging. This isn't being true to myself.

I am adding this paragraph as an addendum because I came across something very interesting tonight and it made me think of this blog post. It's on the subject of cults (this may very well be another blog in and of itself, but for now I will add this short quip). I was reading an article on cults and this one paragraph sort of blew me away. A group is called a cult because of their behaviour - not their doctrines. Doctrine is an issue in the area of Apologetics and Heresy. Most religious cults do teach what the Christian church would declare to be heresy but some do not. Some cults teach the basics of the Christian faith but have behavioural patterns that are abusive, controlling and cultic. I found the paragraph on identifying the UNIVERSAL MARKS of a cult quite interesting and scary-eery. A) The group will have an ELITIST view of itself in relation to others, and a UNIQUE CAUSE. e.i. THEY ARE THE ONLY ONES RIGHT - everyone else is wrong. THEY ARE THE ONLY ONES DOING GOD'S WILL - everyone else is in apostasy. (B) They will promote their cause actively, and in doing so, abuse God-given personal rights and freedoms. This abuse can be THEOLOGICAL, SPIRITUAL, SOCIAL & PSYCHOLOGICAL.

I'll have to continue this train of thought at another time, but it is food for thought at the very least.

I walk away from my eight years in our beautiful little Chapel in Berlin with much more knowledge and armor for the years ahead:
- first fulfill my vocation as wife and mother
- keep an arms length and no not be swept along with the current
- keep a real sense of charity in my heart and learn to look past the exterior and instead look into the heart of a person.

I walk away not looking back, with a better understanding of myself, what I believe and hopefully a good dose of charity in my heart.

Planes, Trains, Automobiles and Schools

Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage; anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain the way they are.
~ Augustine of Hippo ~

These past few months have been quite a whirlwind of activity! We inch ever closer to our move to Massachusetts and excitement is mounting for all of us. We have been praying very hard that all the pieces come together for all parties involved. We especially need our house to sell and it seems rather bleak at times with only two showings in as many months or more. Fortunately, we have kind and generous friends who are renting us their home as they are looking to down size. We did, however, try to find a rental on our own and it seems all the doors were closed to us; either the issues was a family with six children or a family with a German Shepherd. I know here in NJ we need a special rider on the house for our home owners policy because we own a German Shepherd. At any rate, all said no. Our friends and my husband and I sat together to talk about renting their home as they would like to downsize theirs. So the cards in the air are thus:

1. We need to sell our NJ home, hopefully before the fall so that we aren't carrying a mortgage and a rental payment. Today is the 9th day of my novena to my friend in heaven, St. Padre Pio. I literally just received a phone call for another showing this week. I know Padre Pio has God's ear and he will be our intercessor for this move.
2. Our friends need to find the perfect home for their family.
3. My husband needs to find employment in Massachusetts and in this economy the prospects are not good, though we continue to have faith. We do not want to be without him for long (at all really!).

So what have we accomplished? Well we have our storage bin on the property, which is filling up fast. We try to get boxes done weekly. My three older children have had their placement testing at the school and all were accepted. My two Kindergartners have had their orientation at their new school and their registrations put in. The van is now registered in Massachusetts with new plates and registration, insurance and license. We have made several trips north for one reason or another. I took the train one time; thinking I was going up to sign a lease on a beautiful Victorian only to find out once I got up there that the owner changed his mind. Said his "septic wasn't big enough for our family" even though the home was a four bedroom. We must believe that God had a reason for this.

I did, however, thoroughly enjoy riding up to Boston on a train. It was quite an experience. Now I have always been a "traveler" if you will. I never really felt settled in one place. I lived in many states and bounced around. Never thought anything of hopping in my car and moving to Queens, NY not knowing a soul and just running with it. But now, after being a recluse of sorts - raising my family and making only local trips out to the grocery store etc...I must admit I was a bit nervous. My wonderful younger brother dropped me off at 30th street station in the wee hours of the morning. Thankfully I was able to get some caffeine and watch the ticker board until my train popped up. Found a seat and began my trip north. It was actually relaxing! I was right behind the snack car so that helped. My anxiety came in when we arrived in Boston. I had to catch the Silver Line from the train station to the airport, as there are no rental car locations at the train station. Found the silver line, got my ticket and off we went to the airport. At the airport I had to find the shuttle to the rental car company. Arrived safely there then had to maneuver my way out of the city of Boston, which I loved immediately, by the way (never been there!) and then off to our friend's home. The trip back on the train was just as great because this time I sat in the "quiet car" for six hours, which also happened to be next to the snack car :) It was like sitting in a library for six hours. When does a mother of six every get six complete hours of silence?

We made another trip back up last week for the little boys school orientation. It's a neat little school. I immediately loved the principal and the staff. I love the fact that the school is only K-2. I don't have to worry about older kids picking on the little ones. I must say, I have homeschooled now for nine years. I have been on loops and groups and have listened to many different "opinions" on the public school. It has been driven into me that putting a child in the "system" is like buying them a pass to the entrance of hell itself. It seems from my perspective that so many conservative folks are more afraid of what is "out there" then what the reality actually is. I must admit, we are not choosing public except for Kindergarten and possibly first grade because we love the Catholic school our children will all be attending, but I am finding my fear of what is "out there" is becoming more minimal the more I step out and test the waters. I believe fear is a big factor in what drives many of the more conservative circles. Yes, we do hear a lot of horrible horror stories out there, but it's not rampant and pandemic in every school. I feel like if proper thought and prayer and meditation goes into a family's decision for school education that Our Lord will bless that decision. If it's not meant to be one will know simply because the doors will all close.

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear.
Mark Twain

I never realized how long I have lived in fear. There were times, admittedly, I was caught up in protecting the ones I love - sheltering them and for good and holy reasons, but sometimes to the extreme. I like the above quote by Mark Twain. I hope to "master my fear" and enter into this new world with courage and trust and faith in God and his blessings. It will all be new and exciting, though I don't move forward with blinders for I know, as my friend Barb says, "the honeymoon period will at some point wear off." I will, however, enjoy the honeymoon period for as long as it lasts.

Time to turn sorrow into joy

Okay, enough wallowing in my own problems, hurts, slights...you name it. I was the one who asked Our Lord to detach me and He obliged. He showed me my priorities were out of place. I see that now. This last year has been a great learning experience coupled with a lot of raw emotions. I have a bright future ahead. Our family is starting over if you will with brand new life experiences; we have a place to live, thanks to our dear friends the Meiers' family, the children are all accepted into school, we have a beautiful new Parish to attend so why not look ahead and start feeling some joy for Pete's sake? Enough of this pain stuff. Thomas Merton hit the nail on the head when he said,

"The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more you try to avoid suffering the more you suffer because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt."

I truly believe that no one will ever really know what it is like to walk in each other's shoes because no one truly knows our hearts. Many of us RE-act, sometimes foolishly, sometimes out of hurt, especially if hurt is your bed fellow. Without going into details my childhood was filled with hurt, sorrow, upheaval and unpredictability. Children NEED predictable and need to feel protected. I didn't have that. I have had many traumas even since then (read my past blog posts!) but there comes of time to start anew and not be defined by your past. My past has made me strong and that is one of my positive qualities. I am loyal, sometimes to a fault because of my past. It's now time to look forward and be happy.

Lent is almost over and we look to the joy of Easter where everything blooms anew after being stagnant for months and months. I hope to embrace that thought. I have been saying a perpetual novena to St. Joseph. His card is in my Bible. He sits in between the Psalms. Inevitably after my prayers with St. Joseph I read the Psalms and most of the ones I have been reading speak of joy and being thankful and praising God.

He has shown me my priorities were WAY out of whack. I closed my facebook as well. I kept my blog because I definitely need some sort of outlet. I still feel the pull to facebook, but as each day goes by I realize that I was way too caught up in the lives of other people and when you expend your time on other people you take away that time that could be devoted to Our Lord. I see that now. I pray I have the strength to stay in the quiet of my heart. When chaos is all you have known it's hard to adjust to peace.

Anyway, those are my thoughts for today....

Finding Closure

This is an issue that seems to be widespread amongst many people I know and I have been wanting to address this issue for a long time, but in all honesty, I didn't know what to write because I struggle so with closure. I don't struggle AS much with the issue when I know the reason behind an ending. I can attest to this with a very close realtive with whom I no longer have a relationship. The decision to set up boundaries and "end" the relationship was my decision and I clearly let this person know why it was ending. This is the fair and right thing to do. Leaving a person hanging is cowardly. That's all the insight I have into this issue and for those of you with whom this article below might help, I am glad.

5 Ways to Find Closure From the PastActions that help you move into your future
Published on April 6, 2011, by Abigail Brenner, Ph.D.

The ending of a significant piece of one's life -- a relationship, a job, a stage of life, or a way of thinking -- may be difficult and even painful for many of us. Something that you once counted on as very important to your life is over and done.

Closure means finality; a letting go of what once was. Finding closure implies a complete acceptance of what has happened and an honoring of the transition away from what's finished to something new. In other words, closure describes the ability to go beyond imposed limitations in order to find different possibilities.

So how do we do it? What are the essential ways to find closure from the past?

1) Take full responsibility for yourself.
It's ultimately up to you to take the necessary actions to help move you forward. Have conversations with yourself, both asking and answering your own questions in a form of a "self-dialogue".

•What or whom are you holding onto? Why?
•Does holding on truly make you happy, or are you hanging on to a situation the way it once was, or the way you wished it had been, instead of how it actually turned out?
•Are you using this "holding on" as an excuse to stay stuck and unresolved? In other words, is dwelling in the past taking you away from moving toward your future?
•Are you trying to avoid dealing with loss and the void that loss creates?
•If you're willing to let go, what does that really mean? What will you have to do?
•Are you afraid of not knowing what the outcome will be?
•Ultimately, what do you believe will happen to you if you let go?
Being as honest as you can be will pay off in the long run. The pain, hurt, anger, and disappointment will diminish once you've cleared the way to a better, more realistic understanding of the situation.

2)Grieve the loss.
Take plenty of time to do this. There is no set amount of time and no prescribed way; it's totally up to each person to find that for themselves. Don't let anyone tell you to "just get over it". However, grieving should not go on for years. That's just being stuck, still heavily invested in the past.

Prolonged or incomplete grief may contribute to making poor choices in the future. The ability to trust, to be honest, and to be your self is essential for a new, healthier relationship or situation to present itself to you. "Unfinished business" must be completed and resolved before you move on.

3) Gather your strengths.

•Focus on the positives. Make a list of your talents, gifts, and assets.
•Surround yourself with people who know you well, encourage and support you.
•Shift the emphasis to what you need, what makes you happy. Don't worry about pleasing others.
•Assess where you can make positive change in your life.
•Define and affirm what you're able to do something about now.

4) Make a plan for the immediate future.
Determine what's most important for you moving forward. If necessary, reorder your priorities to allow you to explore different possibilities and opportunities that may present themselves to you. Try some of these on for size. It doesn't matter if they don't work out, just that you tried. The important thing is to take action in order to make things happen. If you can't find a path, make one!

5) Create a ritual.
Believe it or not, performing a ritual is a powerful tool to help gain closure. Beyond thinking and talking, and thinking and talking some more, ritual is driven by intention and action. A "symbolic enactment" allows you to utilize your creativity and intuition in order to bypass the intellectual, logical part of your brain.

For example, when a relationship is over, what do you do with all of the meaningful items and objects, such as letters, pictures, etc., that were part of the relationship? A "fire ceremony" is a way to consume the past, but any number of rituals that you personally create can provide symbolic finality and closure.

Finding closure allows you to move into your future, unencumbered and optimistic. And hopefully, you'll find that when all is said and done, you will have learned something valuable from all of the significant events and people in your life -- even if they didn't work out the way you thought they would.

New Horizons

Be courteous to all, but intimate with few; and let those be well-tried before you give them your confidence.
~ George Washington ~

The Lord had to break my heart before I could let myself leave....
~ A dear friend of mine ~

"Yes, there have been gaps in their [my children] education, but we'll handle it from here."
~ A Sister of the Slaves of the Immaculate Heart of Mary ~

I have been meaning to blog for some time now but time I have very little of! So the three above quotes have great meaning to me. The last two were said to me very recently, the first quote will be words I will live by after we leave our home in New Jersey and start anew in Massachusetts. I was recently reading a book and in it the author said something to this effect, "A person will change and re-evaluate their life about every 10 years. They will stop and re-evaluate their life, relationships will change, grow and sometimes cease. Anyone worth his salt in this life can and should make changes every decade. If you have been married 50 years you should have at least 5 different relationships with your husband." I really thought about that and yes, that's about right on the mark and I believe I blogged about making changes in a previous post a few months back. The essence of who you are deep down never really changes, but it's good to check yourself every 10 years or so. I believe each decade a person matures and sees through a different set of eyes.
We have been praying for literally several years to find God's will for us. Raising six children in the state of NJ is difficult to say the least. Property tax, car insurance etc...all rank highest in the country. Frankly I was burning out FAST from homeschooling and having to work part time. My oldest was nearing high school and I wondered whether she would get an adequate education from me or my husband, or if we needed a tutor (more $$$). It was about time....that once every 10 year-re-evaluate happened and boy was it a whopper! My heart wanted to go to Maine and I tried everything to make it possible. No doors ever really opened. My husband, who is much more level headed than myself kept saying, if we are to make a move and leave New Jersey it might as well be a place where the children can go to school and get a good education under the guidance of some good nuns and brothers. Essentially there were two options: St. Mary's, Kansas and Still River MA. I really fought against this idea because I wanted to be in Maine so badly. I kept telling myself I would be a better homeschooling mom if we were in such a peaceful place such as the Pine Tree State. I was kidding myself. As soon as winter break was over and the kids started their curriculum back up I KNEW I could no longer homeschool. During their winter break I took on a full time job transcribing acute care for a hospital and trying to transcribe and educate the children properly was a huge failure.
On a whim, I called the sisters of the Slaves of the Immaculate Heart. We had toured their school several years ago while visiting friends of ours who moved out of New Jersey up to the Massachusetts area to put their homeschooled kids in school. We loved the school and the sisters and brothers we had met, but it still wasn't God's time back then. Fast forward to my phone call. I spoke with the sister about what openings they might have as classes easily fill up and they have waiting lists for certain grades. There was an opening for my oldest in both 9th and 8th grade, depending on where she tested. For my younger 8 and 9 year old, their grade 4 was already filled. This was a great disappointment, BUT sister said, "How about I send you some information and an application. Fill it out and we'll schedule a weekend for you to come up and test the kids." So that's what we did. In the end all three of my older children got in the school! There is no Kindergarten so I will have my 6 and 5 year old home with me for another year, as well as my baby Philomena.
We were so pleased, but yet there were so many obstacles to face. How would we EVER sell our home in this market? That, too, was taken care of by Good St. Joseph. What about renting in Massachusetts? What would we do? St. Joseph also took care of this for us. In my perpetual novenas to both St. Joseph and St. Philomena, I just placed all my cares in their hands and asked them to give those worries and difficult, seemingly impossible situations, to the Father. They both came through for our family.
Only a year or so ago, if you had asked me if I would EVER be able to leave our family and friends I would have honestly had to say that I couldn't see how I could ever leave my immediate family and my extended church family. So in my nightly prayers, starting about a year ago I started asking Our Lord to detach me from those things that would hold us back from HIS WILL for us. I never dreamed His detachment would have broken my heart. Hence, the above quote from a good and dear friend. I asked this person, "How did you ever leave?" She said to me very simply, "God had to break our hearts before paving the way to move on." So we are where they were a few years back. I suppose sometimes God needs to really show us where our priorities WERE so that we can make a clear and clean path to following HIS priorities for us. Speaking for myself, my extended friend base with whom I was closest to revolved around church. They were like family and as close as family. But our Good Lord slowly detached me from them, sometimes in ways that puzzled me, sometimes in very harsh ways that tore me apart from the inside. But now I can say I see the wisdom in that because I can leave and not look back. My good friend who left the same environment said she, too, never looked back and moving was the best thing that ever happened to them. I pray this will be our case as well.
I am leaving much wiser for it as the quote from George Washington states, "Be courteous to all, but intimate with few; and let those be well-tried before you give them your confidence." I have met some wonderful folks up north, who are very involved in their school and parish, but I go treading lightly, wanting only to look from the outside in; having learned very valuable lessons here in NJ. You make yourself vulnerable by giving all of yourself away to others you feel you can trust. It only takes on time to be crushed by a person you once thought close as a blood relative to know that sometimes it is just easier to live your own life, be
courteous to all, but intimate with few' and I will add a very SMALL number of few.
I am working two jobs now helping save money for tuition and the move and it keeps me busy, which is a good thing, but I have my moments of great heartache and sorrow. I also turn that over to St. Philomena and Our Lady to use for my own good. I have grown quite a bit, learned who I am and where I am comfortable. I have learned that conforming for the sake of conforming is somewhat like the Pharisees of old. I have learned that a true friend gives sound and godly advice and doesn't do anything to betray the trust that is placed in each other. True friends do not condone the terrible behavior of others in either a covert or an overt way. I've learned in life we do not need to have a LOT of people around us to function. We need our family, our children and a few trusted folks to keep our lives happy and sound. I have learned to be myself whether anyone else likes it or not. I have learned in life there are times one must try our best to conform to the ideals of others out of respect, but not lose yourself in the process. I have learned that God gave us a mind to think, reason and use judgment (not PASS judgment) to get along in this life and we are capable of this use of reason without the nod of yea or nay from a formal group. I have learned that it is a good thing to step out of the elitist circle and just be an average person who, like most others, is just trying to do the right thing. I have learned we can and do make mistakes but we are a better person if we have learned by our mistakes.

Forging ahead

Well with the close of yet another month and the winter in its dormant state filled with one gray day after another; at times choosing to allow sunshine to bring each of us out of our tepid state of mind - our family is diligently moving forward with our plans to move up north. Our original goal was to go up to Massachusetts August first of the this year, but there may be a possibility of moving it back one month because my oldest goes to camp in New Hampshire in July and the thoughts of two trips north while trying to pack is daunting at best. So we may be going up a month early and settling in around the first of July. Realtors have been contacted and the search is on to accommodate a family of 8 and four dogs. The dogs seem to be an obstacle at the moment as not many renters want to let a family of 8 AND their dogs stay at their property, for which I can completely understand. We are in the midst of a 30-day novena to good St. Joseph for whom I know will lend us a helping hand and sort out the details of the house rental.

I have taken on a full time job and have been working daily - I mean DAILY as in 7 days a week since January. It's been daunting. It's been exhausting, but I strive on knowing the money made will be going towards our goal this fall. It's been an adjustment for the children who have to entertain themselves and work hard on their studies before next fall with little help from me. I am thankful my oldest daughter, now a teenager is so responsible and helpful with the other children. The adjustment is felt by all, but we are all on the same page, most days anyhow. I have been known to threaten public school until we move to the kids on bad days, but they seem to get the message that we all need to pitch in and make this work. So I am thankful for that.

While I am happy and excited about the move I also have been revisited by my old friend anxiety and depression. I have been a sufferer for years now; most likely migraine induced depression - since the birth of my first child 13 years ago. I know it's a bit of a stigma and no one likes to talk about it. I have had friends email me privately and ask about antidepressants and the like because they don't feel comfortable talking about it in other circles. I think it's a shame to feel ashamed or the need to keep an illness like depression under wraps, but the reality is people don't want to talk about it; feel uncomfortable around those who suffer and really don't know what to do with depression sufferers as a whole. Most pull away; some hang around, but distance themselves, others can relate and those are the ones with whom you can unload and have a good cry with. Thank God for those in my life who have a broad shoulder. Coordinating a move is difficult and there are so many little factors. I can feel the rush of anxiety hit once to three times per day, but I know with God's help and the support of caring folks around us we'll make it to our destination and begin a new journey. I know the burden of schooling six children being lifted from my shoulders has already made a huge impact in my outlook on so many things. The world doesn't seem so dark and foreign anymore.

Asked if I will miss it here - I say no for now, but know I will miss the convenience of attending family functions and parties and the familiarity of all the things I know of my home state, but I look forward knowing we have made the correct decision for our family and know we'll be blessed by it.

“Count your blessings. Once you realize how valuable you are and how much you have going for you, the smiles will return, the sun will break out, the music will play, and you will finally be able to move forward the life that God intended for you with grace, strength, courage, and confidence.”
~ Og Mandino