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Sometimes I wonder . . .

Sometimes I wonder if I am doing a good job with the boys.  I wonder if I am a good teacher.  Being a homeschooling mom can be hard.  And many days I just hope and pray that they are learning all that they need to learn.

And then, the most important thing, teaching them Faith.  Teaching them to love God. 

Just a few days ago, A was napping and K and J were outside playing.  I started washing the dishes and looked out the window to see this:

Can you guess what they are doing?  

How about now?
I wasn't so sure either when I was watching.  But, when I asked, they said they were playing the Stations of the Cross.  For, at least that day, in that hour, I thought I must have done something right at some point that they "play" the Stations of the Cross.

Here are the rest of the photos I took:
Jesus falls the second time and gets slightly distracted by something in the grass.

Jesus is nailed to the cross. (The boys secretly built that cross a few days before)

Jesus dies on the cross.
Jesus is taken down from the cross.
Jesus is laid in the tomb.
Jesus is Risen!
Sorry for the absence of several of the stations.  I was asked to be Mary the Mother of God, Veronica, and the Women weeping, so I could not take pictures of those!

Comments

  1. Love this! Give yourself a pat on the back...you are raising them so well!

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  2. Wow that is COOL!!!!!!! Enjoy those young days of homeschooling. It's really a joy. I have a highschooler who is BEGGING to go to school, it's really tearing at my heart.

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  3. So sweet! When they were little, mine used to play Mass and Nativity. I love the occasional little reassurances that, yes, we are doing something right as parents.

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  4. You must be doing a WONDERFUL job with your boys. Their creation of the Stations should be ample proof of that!

    God bless you and your family!

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  5. So precious! You are doing a great job with your boys - it shows! Good luck this weekend!

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