"I heard a voice from heaven saying, 'Son, let this woman be a bride to you in the restoration of my people. Let her be a mother for these people, regenerating souls through the salvation of spirit and water.'" (Hildegard of Bingen, Scivias)

Monday, October 24, 2016

Why I Homeschool

Because my 13 year old maiden woke up today:

1. Fully rested at 9 with the ten hours of sleep that her body and brain, like that of all teens, require.

2. Heard "Good morning, warrior princess!" from a mother who had enjoyed several lovely hours of pleasure, prayer, self-adornment, and feminist exegesis.

3. Enjoyed the freedom to choose an outfit fits her mood and celebrates her passions. Today it was a pair of shorts and her Dean Winchester red flannel shirt, but she often stays in her leopard footie pajamas if it's not a college or gym day. And sometimes changes it up with an elegant muscle and curve skimming dress like the one above, which may or may not display her sexually titillating shoulders and collarbone.

4. Heard this on the way to the bathroom:

5. Engaged in a passionate hour and a half discussion with her professor while feasting on OJ, baked eggs with extra sharp Tillamook, and buttery sourdough toast.

6. Then went online to complete the high school and college coursework preparing her for doctoral work in psychopathology to fulfill her vocation of taking down femicide as a criminal profiler.

7. But called me over first to share her latest Tumblr discovery this:

I spent three weeks in a mental hospital and what I discovered there I feel like should be put into words.

we are not who you think we are.

the boy with tourettes told the funniest jokes

the girl who raked her nails up and down her skin could create the most exquisite drawings

the girl who abused drugs had the wisest soul

the boy with schizophrenia had the biggest heart

the girl who tried to kill herself told the boy with insomnia stories to help lure him to sleep

the boy who wanted to kill himself had the deepest passion for cooking

the girl with slits and scars all over her body dried my tears and told me I was beautiful

the boy with anger issues gave the warmest hugs

the girl with bulimia told everyone every day that they looked beautiful in their bodies

the boy who was a compulsive liar told us that he wanted us all to get better, and that he was for once telling the truth

the girl who almost drank herself to death stood up for anyone that felt they were feeling bullied

the boy with social anxiety made sure nobody sat alone at meals

we are not who you think we are.

Or maybe she should sleepily bolt a bowl of cereal with a stressed out mom and race in for a daily dose of boredom and social anxiety triggering, with a heaping scoop of body shame, misogynoir, and rape culture on the side:


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