I am a Catholic homeschooling mom of five little boys.
I have been trying to get this blog started for a while now and been so inspired by the many wonderful mom blogs I visit. I have pondered what to call it and mused over sweet sounding literary names or names that reflect our Catholic faith or homeschooling lifestyle, but found none that seemed to suit my purpose or my fancy. After all, this a blog to talk about the life of a mother of five boys--a Catholic mom, yes, a homeschooling mom, yes, but most importantly a mom to five wonderful, rambunctious, rowdy little boys who run and jump and throw things and break things on a regular basis. Thus all my dainty images of tea cups and flowers hardly seemed appropriate. When I tell stories of life with my boys, people often ask if I am writing them down (now I am) and I say, "Yeah, the title of my book is going to be Footprints of the Fridge." So there it is, a title that suits me and my life and my boys, a title evoked by one of my favorite mommy moments when, just after cleaning my stainles steel fridge (definitely not designed by or for a mother of five boys) with the all-too-expensive stainless steel cleaner, I walked back to the kitchen to find it covered with smudges. Now that fridge is always covered with fingerprints, food stains, and even little kisses, but I stopped to notice this particular day because of the frustration of just having cleaned it. I looked for a moment and realized these were not your ordinary smudges; they were footprints, footprints I say, clear up to the top of the fridge! From behind me came the voice of my then three-year-old Brendan, "Mommy, I can climb up the fridge and get bananas (these are kept on top) all by myself, just like a monkey!" In that moment, I felt the furrow in my brow releasing, the tension in my neck letting go of its grip and joy begin to creep through my chest up to my throat where it erupted into a hearty laugh. I left the footprints on the fridge until they were covered by newer smudges then wiped away and repeated all over again. And that is the joy of my days, my life...the joys of wild discoveries, passionate displays of emotion, dirty feet, faces, and everything in between, mud pies and rock throwing...the joys of raising boys up in happiness and holiness, endeavoring at every step of the way to teach them what it means to be a man of God.
"But as for you man of God...aim at righteousness, godliness, faith, love, steadfastness, gentleness. Fight the good fight of the faith; take hold of the eternal life to which you were called..." 1 Timothy 6:11-12