how our lives have changed since transitioning Kami

We had no idea what was to come when we moved into this house in the woods! God in His mercy led us to this simple, beautiful retreat because He knew exactly what was to come. 

Back when we moved into our cozy cabin last fall – which at first felt anything but cozy – our resident stoic, Ezekiel, wisely stated that it would take “a month or a season or a year” for us to get used to it. It’s nice to have a rational person or two in this family, someone who can say practical things in difficult moments. We’re coming up quickly on a year here, and boy, was he right. We are content, grateful, and joyful to finally feel settled… like we’re home. We’re home after 7 years of constant change in the Air Force before God brought us to Mason’s dream job; home after a couple years of living in a rented house that we knew was a short-term solution; and home after a long attempt to acclimate someone into our family who was becoming increasingly agitated by these efforts. We had no idea what was to come when we moved into this house in the woods! God in His mercy led us to this simple, beautiful retreat because He knew exactly what was to come.


Sorting our thoughts is a work in progress. Explaining what transpired still takes effort. There’s still more for us to process. Here is what I can share with certainty: God has used these last several months to tear down idols in my heart, specifically the idols of others’ approval and my status with them. We’ve drawn closer to Christ, recognizing our total dependence on Him, and gained an overflow of grace for suffering people.

Some friends may be unsure of how much tiptoeing is necessary and wondering how and what we’re doing as a family these days. This update is for you! ūüôā

I don’t know if Ezekiel, Eden and Isaiah were already thriving like this before, and maybe I just didn’t have the time or energy to notice; but each of their unique personalities seems to have exploded in a good way since April! They’re free to verbally process what they saw and experienced with Kami, and occasionally they’ll make a statement or ask a question that opens the door for a heart-to-heart. What Kami wasn’t able to do with us anymore was thrive. Ezekiel, Eden and Isaiah are now, by the grace of God, thriving in increasing measure!

We’ve been retracing some of our steps, from visiting favorite recreational spots as a family of five, to simply allowing ourselves to soak up special days like birthdays apart from the stress created by unmet needs. I think what made our home feel like a war zone was the vast array of unmet needs which we were not equipped to meet. Home is now a haven again. As we retrace these steps, we’re accepting the fact that that was then and this is now. We thank God for the past and look expectantly toward the future!

We don’t know where Kami is now, nor do we have the legal right to know. One friend visiting our house recently said something to the effect of “if a child can’t thrive here, she might not be able to thrive in any home!” We’ve come to the same conclusion through talking with experts and reprocessing tough memories. A traditional family setting may not always work for someone with Kami’s history. A group home or institution, one far superior to the one she left in Bulgaria, may be the place for her. Only God knows, and it all goes back to our faith in Him as her (and our) Rescuer. He used us to bring her across the ocean to a place where she could get the help she needs.

My experience as an adoptive mom shaped me in profound ways, and my recovery has taken its own form apart from that of Mason and the kids. In recalling my word for the year, rest, I’ve been doing a lot of it, particularly in the form of reading and music. I’ve spent time with Shakespeare, Austen, Tolkien, Alcott, Bronte, Lindbergh, and more. I read aloud to the kids for long, relaxed periods; we take trips to the library and sit on our living room floor beside tall stacks of books, delighting in going through them one by one. We play board games, and on weekends and evenings the five of us can laugh and connect without Mason and me needing to divide and conquer.

Out of respect for Kami’s new life and acknowledgement of the closed chapter of our time with her, we no longer feel comfortable sharing photos of her; but we have many of them and we look at them together often. If the LORD blesses us with more children, we will tell each of them about her, and although it might come out awkwardly as it’s still in the processing phase, we’ll keep on telling her story to the praise and glory of God when an appropriate opportunity comes up.

Here are some snapshots of our family life over the past few months, so you can take a peek into what our¬†thrive looks like right now. ūüôā

Eden received her first full Bible and has been reading and asking us questions!


We bike together.


We celebrate each other!


Our firstborn turned 9.


Eden rode a horse at a special friend’s birthday party!


Isaiah has taken off in the areas of writing and reading!


These three have spent delightful summer days playing together.


We’ve made friends with all kinds of creatures in our adventuresome yard, including a spiny orb-weaver just like this one!


The beauty of God’s creation is all around us out here.

No matter how at home or out of place we may feel through various stages of our lives, as followers of Christ we know this world is not our home! What we have to look forward to in eternity is way better than the most serene landscape we could find here.

Unless the LORD builds the house, the builders labor in vain. Psalm 127:1

Christen ūüôā


a story about my mom: a mom who sees

She didn’t see the 3 of us children as obstacles to achieving her goals. Our health and happiness became her goals. My mom provided me a remarkable example of seeing her children not for who¬†she¬†wanted us to be, but for who God created us to be.

I wrote the following entry about my mom in May 2014, when our three children were all under five and we were between trips to Bulgaria to get K. I’d like to share it again, four years and many miles later, in honor of my mom!



I’m not much for Hallmark holidays, but this entry happens to fall near Mother’s Day. As I proceed into my late twenties and continue to learn how God would have me mother the children He’s given me, I finally have some coherent thoughts to communicate about my mom. It’s taken me these 5 years to start putting them together. It’s easy for a girl who’s close to her dad to write all sorts of pretty tributes to him throughout the years, but sometimes it takes a few beautiful and gritty years of motherhood to help her sort out where in the world to start thanking her mom!¬†

What I basically have to say is this: my mom is the one who instilled in me the heart of our family culture, which is to¬†see¬†our children. It’s not to simply see our children on the outside, with all their strengths and limitations, and then try to make them fit nicely into a prescribed societal box. No, it requires a willingness to step outside the box entirely. I’m going to share how my mom did that for me. I can’t guarantee it will be exactly accurate, because we all know that kids see things larger than life. I might have some details right and be way off on others, but I’ll leave that to her to correct if she so chooses. This is what I remember about my school years, and these memories continue to impact the way I mother our little ones.

I was a very fearful child, practically afraid of my own shadow – definitely afraid of my own reflection and trees, at times. When I was 3 or 4, my mom took me to preschool. I still remember the feeling that I was somehow supposed to like this. This was a box I knew I was supposed to conform to, but even at this early age, I wasn’t buying it. I remember feeling so out of place in this room that smelled of pencils, paint and glue. I didn’t want to be here. I sat at a little table gluing beads – those ugly triangular ones – to a piece of paper thinking to myself, “I can glue beads on paper at home. Why do I have to stay here? I want to be with my mom. I want to go home.” I must have communicated this in a wisely strategic manner, because Little Big School only lasted 3 days, and I never went back. I guess my mom decided she didn’t want to fight the preschool battle. Maybe I’d be ready for kindergarten, she may have concluded.¬†Nope!¬†Kindergarten taught me what a stomachache really felt like. I didn’t want to say goodbye to my mom to go stuff my things in a cubby hole, play with letters and listen to Mrs. Hammer read stories. I could do those things at home (minus Mrs. Hammer), and I wanted to be with my mom. Again I felt the strange and uncomfortable feeling that I was supposed to like it here; I was supposed to be having fun like everyone else seemed to be doing. But I couldn’t wait to get out of there every day. I remember my mom stuffing my blankie into my backpack pocket to comfort me in the mornings. I don’t think she enjoyed dropping me off, and I surely didn’t enjoy it either. I have a few pleasant memories of getting little toy erasers at the school store with my mom and of my dad visiting my class one day. All the kids were climbing on him, and I was proud that he was my dad. It helped to know that some days my mom was volunteering at the school, cutting out bulletin board decorations and such, which she must have let me watch her do because I remember thinking it looked really fun. More fun than sitting in class or the lunchroom or being herded around with all the other kids in PE class. Halloween season was the worst time of year because I was absolutely terrified of the costumes, decorations and songs. My mom got me out of music class during that time because I couldn’t handle the creepy songs I was supposed to learn. I must have gotten used to the routine at some point, but I can’t tell you if this kindergarten deal lasted for half a year or a whole year. All I know is that I was thrilled when it was over and I could stop trying to fit in. I’m not sure what my mom was thinking during this time, but it’s very likely that her visions of the future were rapidly disintegrating, or at least drastically changing. Whatever it was she had planned on doing while I was in school – maybe working part-time, volunteering, attending a book club, going to lunch with friends – was not looking likely. From my perspective, my older sister Sarah was much better at enjoying school and fitting in there than I was. Either way, my mom was facing some huge decisions when I was 5. The way she negotiated these difficult decisions formed the basis for the way I would make similar decisions with my own children.

Shortly after kindergarten, we moved from Nebraska to Tennessee. I remember visiting a public school open house with my mom. She sat with me through an orientation of sorts and I met the person who would be my first-grade teacher, a Mrs. Rose, I think. My mom didn’t like her. She didn’t like the school, and I think she didn’t like the fact that there weren’t enough windows in the classroom (thanks to my mom, I still carry an attraction to bright rooms with lots of windows). She started homeschooling me and Sarah that year. I was thrilled. I remember coming down to the kitchen table in the morning, learning to tell time and count change. We enjoyed a flexible schedule with plenty of time to play outside, go to the store, ride our bikes, and also get our book work done each day. It felt like a breath of fresh air to my 6- and 7-year-old self. We went to dance and swim lessons and played with neighbors. My mom had done a great thing in my eyes, rescuing me from the institutional school scene. As a homeschooling mom myself now, I’m beginning to imagine how she may have felt quite intimidated, alone, and odd for making the hard choice that she did. Maybe there was also some mourning for the things she had sacrificed to be our full-time teacher. But she saw me for who I was, not who she wanted me to be to suit her own desires. This is key, and I appreciate this so much about the way she raised us all.¬†

Being on the receiving end of this kind of sacrificial motherly love prepared me to deal lovingly with Ezekiel when he suddenly stopped being willing to go to Sunday school and to endure any sort of childcare, from the military wives’ Bible study I attended on Thursday mornings to the Mothers of Preschoolers meetings I looked forward to twice a month. He was terrified. He would try to crawl out the door of the childcare room after me, clamoring on all fours, crying and screaming and pleading with me, around age 3, to please not leave and please bring me with him. He even vomited out of anxiety one time in the car as we neared the building where he knew he’d be dropped off. I’m tearing up just writing this because I understand now what my mom did for me. She didn’t make me suck it up, stick it out, tough it out until I was hardened to the pain of separation from her. Many well-meaning people told me this was what I needed to do. Why? Because it’s what everyone does. Mainstream society sees no choice but to force acclimation to childcare. My mom chose not to make me tough it out. She wasn’t unhealthily sheltering me, she wasn’t depriving me of “socialization” (a word which would require a separate entry entirely), she was¬†seeing¬†me and¬†loving¬†me. I’m forever grateful. As a result of her example, I was prepared to give up some things I selfishly wanted to do (attend meetings and classes alone) in favor of what my firstborn child needed from me. And it was so simple, what he needed – he needed to be with me, to learn from me, to feel secure with me. Having a firstborn who is so much like me in this area has been a huge blessing. It’s allowed me to apply the example my mom gave me, mirroring some of her sacrifices as I started out on my own mothering career. Of course, thanks to this fantastic example she provided me, I wanted to have several children and home educate them since I was a very young girl; so the homeschooling part was not as groundbreaking a decision for me as it was for her. (If Mason were a writer, he could also produce a long essay for you about how his mother influenced the way we are raising our children. She homeschooled him all the way from preschool through high school.)


Around age 11, I started wanting to go to institutional school. It was beginning to look like fun as I was growing out of my painful shyness. We had moved from Tennessee to south Florida, and now we were moving to another city in Florida mainly because of a particular Christian school there that sounded promising. At age 12, I became a regular student for the first time since kindergarten. This time, I wanted to face the challenge and was ready to make the transition. It was hard! I had never been away from my mom for that long (unless you count that one failed attempt at church camp when I was ten), and at different points of the day I was almost in tears and wishing it was time to get picked up (I should mention that I also had an adorable baby brother at home!). My mom was so understanding and encouraging. She encouraged me to stick it out for just the first nine weeks, the first quarter of the school year, and see how I liked it by that point. Sure enough, the first quarter wrapped up and my confidence was growing. I had friends, I was making excellent grades, and even though I was still not a social butterfly, I was learning how to function away from my family. Of extreme helpfulness was the fact that my mom had gotten me one full year ahead in my schoolwork, so as I entered the 7th grade I had already covered all of the material. This was a genius setup, as she knew I would need to focus all my energy on acclimating to new surroundings and not on trying to keep up with the academic pace.

As my 6 years at private school progressed, I enjoyed it more and more. I remember some days my mom would check me out of school early just to take me to Disney World – now¬†that¬†is something most people can’t say! Ultimately it was my parents’ decision to send me to this school that allowed me to meet Mason, since a high school classmate introduced us during our freshman year of college. Their decision to encourage me through the momentous transition from homeschool to regular school when the time was right opened the door to the future God had ordained for me, being Mason’s wife and the mother of our own precious children.

As an adult, it’s become apparent to me that my mom’s and my personalities are not all that similar. This makes all of the ways she cared for me much more amazing, because she wasn’t necessarily doing it out of identification or personal understanding like I do with Ezekiel. She was truly¬†seeing¬†me for who I was, a personality quite different from her own, and laboring to protect and nurture it.¬†She didn’t see the 3 of us children as obstacles to achieving her goals. Our health and happiness became her goals. My mom provided me a remarkable example of seeing her children not for who¬†she¬†wanted us to be, but for who God created us to be. Her sacrificial love and service continue to this day, both to her own children and also to her 3 grandchildren who enjoy every good thing known to little ones whenever they visit her home!

Mom, I am so grateful for your influence on my life, from instilling in me a passion to be a homeschooling mom to encouraging me to make difficult changes when the time was right. I love you and am very grateful to have you in my life and in the lives of Ezekiel, Eden, and Isaiah! I know that for a mom every day is “mother’s day,” so¬†happy Mother’s Day!



so you’re thinking about homeschooling?

Talk to any homeschooling mom, and you will likely get a completely different list of encouraging books and resources! Each of us is free to dive in and pursue home education in the way that best fits our family. So, even if none of these books appeal to you, you can still find out which flavor of homeschooling suits you best and start implementing it with your children.

You can do it! It’s exciting to have been homeschooling our children for long enough that I’m no longer the one asking all the questions – there are some I can actually answer. I hope to one day be like my wonderful mother-in-law who has a gift for encouraging every parent who is considering homeschooling. She’s seen almost every curriculum in existence and has the right perspective to help parents feel equipped. I may never know quite as much as she does, but I do hope to be a similar voice of encouragement to young moms embarking on the holy and rewarding task of educating their children!

One helpful book I read early on was The Homeschooling Handbook, 2nd Edition. It provided me with my first glimpse into the different styles of home education. It’s full of short testimonials from parents all over the country and gives a good overview of the process, including some of the more intimidating details like state laws and record keeping. I like how author Mary Griffith doesn’t waste time in bringing up the “s” word: “Socialization is, really and truly, a complete nonissue. People worry about it and they shouldn’t. Not even a little bit. Unless you lock your children in the basement, they will get ‘socialized.'” (page 11)

Shortly after reading it, I embarked on a structured approach to home education with our 4-year-old son and 2-year-old daughter. We schooled while their baby brother napped. Even though I myself was homeschooled from first through sixth grade, I still felt nervous about starting the journey with our own kids! Here are some notes from summer 2013 when we took the plunge.

We just finished up our first month of homeschooling! I love homeschooling! I will always remember how Mason told me on one of our first dates that he would only marry a woman willing to homeschool his children. We’re obviously a match made in heaven. ūüôā It really helps to have a mother-in-law who is a homeschool curriculum advisor. I know I would be struggling with a much lower confidence level without all the material that she has given me over the past few years. She even ordered the Interlock Program (Weaver Interlock)¬†for us, and that thing is GREAT.

It’s about as old-school as homeschool can get, and I like¬†it. The first week was all about Daddy, building a framework for discussing God as our Father. Since then we’ve discussed God the Son, God the Holy Spirit, truth, the first and second days of creation, light, color, air, beginning math and so much more. Each subject is woven into one overarching topic in the first chapter of Genesis so that only I as the teacher see the transitions from Bible to science to social studies to art to math, and so on. The curriculum advises to dedicate about an hour and a half, three days per week to the material, and it’s worked out just so. Once the hour and a half of creating, singing, dancing, drawing, painting, playing and listening are over, I am able to find opportunities throughout each day to reinforce and further explore the topics. When we touch on a topic that makes Ezekiel’s eyes light up, we are free to chase that rabbit trail as far as his 4-year-old boy attention span allows.
Weaver is definitely the perfect curriculum for us to start out with. I treasure watching Eden and Ezekiel, though 20 months apart in age, begin their “formal” schooling journeys together – because we all know that school really starts with mom and dad the day a baby is born. Interlock combines preschool and kindergarten activities in one teacher’s book, but of course Eden (the blessed second child) is very close to functioning at Ezekiel’s kindergarten level.
I’ve just begun to scratch the surface of this wonderful new world. I don’t have adequate words to express how much I enjoy being with our children all day. Yes, I sometimes feel as if I’m going crazy, but that’s because I have three children ages 4 and under. You would have to pay ME to make me hand them over to you for the day. I adore them and despite occasional frustration and exhaustion (okay, make that constant exhaustion), I feel the time slipping quickly through my hands. I do not want to miss a moment of their childhood. I recently read that a good childhood is like an early heaven. I want to give our children that early heaven.

As time went on, I wanted to zero in more on which “flavor” of homeschooling would be the best fit for us. One helpful tool was¬†Simply Charlotte Mason, where you can now get a¬†free e-book¬†about the five flavors of homeschooling. I was already feeling drawn to the Charlotte Mason approach, and reading¬†For the Children’s Sake: Foundations of Education for Home and School¬†strengthened that attraction. I lent my book to someone so I don’t have any quotes to share with you, but it lays out an inspiring, natural, organic and holistic approach to education. After reading it, I felt relaxed, equipped and excited to continue on our homeschooling journey!

I’m not the only mom who likes to lend out a good book. A friend lent me Charity Hawkins’ The Homeschool Experiment, a Novel. A novel? Yes, a novel. It’s written in first person, stream-of-consciousness style. I wouldn’t call it polished or literary, but it was engaging and encouraging. I finished it in about a week (which is fast for me) and gave it back to her so she could lend it out again! One thing homeschooling moms can always use is more encouragement.

Finally, I’m reading¬†Seasons of a Mother’s Heart¬†right now. This one is is written by Sally Clarkson of Whole Heart Ministries. It’s a collection of her essays and reads like a biblical devotional for homeschooling moms. I’m only a third of the way through, but it’s already refreshed me. There might be an updated version, but this is the one I’m reading and can heartily recommend. I like how she stated something I’ve just recently come to realize: “I didn’t have to teach my children to learn. God had already prepared them to learn, and I just needed to give them room. I am simply a facilitator, releasing skills and abilities already there in my children. That was an unanticipated surprise…What a deeply satisfying and surprising joy it has been for me to discover that my children came prepared by God to learn.” (page 89)

Talk to any homeschooling mom, and you will likely get a completely different list of encouraging books and resources! Each of us is free to dive in and pursue home education in the way that best fits our family. So, even if none of these books appeal to you, you can still find out which flavor of homeschooling suits you best and start implementing it with your children. We’re grateful for the freedom we have in this country to educate our kids as we see fit! I pray it’s a liberty that continues for generations to come.

Happy homeschooling,