Tag: miranda

wordless wednesday: a(nother) new season

Change, change, change. It’s inevitable ’round these parts. The arrival of Josh and Kirsten and our own pending move (as well as general summer fever and June mania…why is June always so crazy?!) mean longer days, lighter nights, more noise, more laundry, more fullness of life. New seasons – the physical and the relational – are upon us. It is well.

Later this week, I will post about the crazy little thing called pre-school graduation, but in the mean time, both girls started their summer program at pre-school. KK actually moved into the classroom Randa was in all school year, with Randa’s teacher. And this, from KK’s first day, is an insightful little treasure~

those upturned faces

I have started and not finished several posts this week. It’s a full week. Rod, thankfully, has been home. Randa & KK wrapped up their current school year. Josh & Kirsten will be here Sunday. And Paige is back to her role as the glue.

Along with the week being full, so is my heart. The inevitability of change is my cloak once again. I’m pondering some decisions, probably taking some of them more seriously than I need to.

In the mean time, I read this quote on a friend’s FB page, and for today, I’m going to wear it:

“While they are at your side, love these little ones to the uttermost. Forget yourself. Serve them; care for them; lavish all your tenderness on them. Value your good fortune while it is with you, and let nothing of the sweetness of their babyhood go unprized. Not for long will you keep the happiness that now lies within your reach. You will not always walk in the sunshine with a little warm, soft hand nestling in each of yours, nor hear little feet pattering beside you, and eager baby voices questioning and prattling of a thousand things with ceaseless excitement. Not always will you see that trusting face upturned to yours, feel those little arms about your neck, and those tender lips pressed upon your cheek, nor will you have that tiny form to kneel beside you, and murmur baby prayers into your ear.
Love them and win their love, and shower on them all the treasures of your heart. Fill up their days with happiness, and share with them their mirth and innocent delights.
~ George Townshend (1876 – 1957)

Of all the things I can fail at in my life, I want to succeed in my mama role.

They deserve it.

like peanut butter and chocolate

May has felt like a month and a half.

It’s been packed with stuff, good stuff, busy stuff, big stuff: new jobs for Rod and me, a new home for our church, Paige returning, Josh & Kirsten making plans to move here from Illinois the end of May, our plans to move 45 minutes southeast the end of June, a 6 day trip for the girls and me, and 3 weeks in a row of traveling for Rod. Oh…and chronic fleas for sweet Max, which seem to be controlled and gone now, thank you God, Paige, and Dawn dish detergent.

Still to come: preK graduation (seriously…)

Rod and I have not been apart this much in years, definitely since before the girls were born. In fact, for the last 3 years we have pretty much been together all the time, so this was a bit of an adjustment for us.

…and a sweet, sweet reunion when he returned last night.

We are better together, like so many other things making me smile these days~

tea, sugar, & ice on a hot day (ok, any day) = better together

little girls and little dogs = better together
(don’t mind the snow boots. It was about 80 degrees out at the time of this picture).

little girls and fun costumes sent by friends who totally get their personalities = better together (thank you Ms. Sandi!)

kk and fast slides = better together

printing presses and quaint little towns where businesses look like this =
better together
(PS: this is the town where we’ll be living come July!)

the Burton girls and accessory stores = better together

my 5 and a half year old and her new big girl earrings = better together


My husband, my kids, my people…make me better.

sow something good

Randa’s class learned about gardens about a month ago, and ever since, she has been asking me if we can PLANT STUFF.

My idea of planting has to do with planting myself on the couch with my iPad and a cookie after a long day. I can ‘make-do’ with most things I try, but I can honestly say I suck at gardening.

My father, however, is a true green thumb, so I thought, Maybe it skips a generation. I also thought, this is what homeschooling is all about. I will learn with her.
I picked up a few pots, a bag of dirt, and 3 packets of organic seeds. Randa’s only request (as far as edible things – pink flowers were a given and will come already blooming) was carrots. I have heard many success stories about herb gardens, so I also chose cilantro. And, my uncle told me that lettuce is a great thing to plant with a quick payoff. Whalah. A garden was planned.

Due to our recent move to Crazytown (metaphorically, as the actual move is still 41-ish days away), Randa has had to patiently wait for this task to commence. It ended up taking us about 20 minutes, completed while our dinner (white chicken chili) was simmering on the stove).

We planned on Sunday to do it Monday after school. Then Monday at lunch, I was informed by two members of the Good Christian Men Rejoice Club* that planting season is over. Here. In South Carolina.

WHAT? I mean, in Chicago, May is normally what we call The Great Thaw. How can planting season be OVER?

I looked at those seed packets, and behold, both the lettuce and carrots suggest Feb-Mar and Sept-Oct for planting. You know, I just didn’t ever need to know that up in Da Heights. Nonetheless…in true Burton style, we planted them anyway, with a lick and a prayer and a hope for a harvest that defies logic.

And yes, we used a beach shovel for our planter-digger-thing (isn’t that what they’re called?)

When we were done, KK went to play in her clubhouse (aka: the minivan), and while the chili was thickening, Miranda and I worked on labels for the pots. This put our phonics and writing practice to use. HOMESCHOOL!

Today for my other job, I met a man who has been in the movie and concessions business for years. He was an unending source of knowledge about popcorn machines and ice makers and fun stories about concessions set-ups and crises and movie weekends. While he was talking, I looked at my friend and co-worker Terrie and said, This is why I’m going to homeschool. That man’s stories were a whole day of lessons…maybe a whole unit. And I was fascinated to learn from him.

Terrie asked me how I am going to do it. I don’t blame her. Like I said, it is CRAZYtown right now trying to get a start-up running with just a few of us on the job. And my answer remains: I don’t know, but I know I will. I believe it is what God is telling me to do right now, so how can I refuse, and how can I not trust He will show me the way?

Whether it gives us a half hour of planting things that may or may not grow or a half hour of learning about popcorn practices, the world really is a schoolhouse. I sure feel blessed to be learning, still, on a daily basis. I am excited to do so alongside my kids, planting not just stuff, but sowing good seeds…you know, the metaphorical kind.

*Since I began working every day with a bunch of good ol’ Christian boys, I had to give them a nickname. And since I think of them as Good Christian Men, the song “Good Christian Men Rejoice” always pops into my head. There you have it…