From summer into school: easing the transition

Welcome to guest blogger Ginny Kubitz Moyer

It’s that time of year again. Teachers are decorating their classrooms, brand-new lunchboxes wait to be filled, and kids who have savored the delights of vacation are looking downright glum. If you’re a hardcore summer fan, you too may find it tough to get excited about the return of school. It’s not easy to exchange the relative leisure of vacation for the tyranny of the alarm clock, the inflexibility of pickup times, and the challenge of shepherding your family through another academic year while (hopefully) keeping your own life in balance.

 Luckily, the start of school does not have to mean the end of sanity. Here are a few ways to ease the transition, making back-to-school a positive, fun, and even spiritually enriching time for you and your family.  Continue reading

Making the most of summer with your kids?

Welcome to guest blogger Ginny Kubitz Moyer

Summer has been in full swing for a few weeks now, and if you’re like me, you’re savoring it.  If you’re like me, though, you also get a shock every time you glance at a calendar and realize it’s July.  Time is passing, a truth that is only magnified when you spy overly zealous retailers stacking school supplies on shelves.  At moments like this, you just might start to wonder whether you’re making the most of your summer, emotionally and spiritually. 

Fear not.  Here at the mid-summer mark, I’m happy to offer a few ways that we parents can embrace the season, using it to strengthen our family ties and recharge our spiritual batteries. 

1.  Learn from your kids and how they play. Remember when you were a child, and those warm summer evenings seemed endless?  Continue reading

Heart to heart

As a kid in Catholic school, I grew up learning a lot about Mary. She was the Mother of God and the mother of all people everywhere. She wore a white dress and a blue veil and had a serene, dreamy expression. She also had a visible heart, one crowned with flames and pierced with swords.

Though I admired Mary’s pastel prettiness, I always thought the Immaculate Heart pictures were kind of creepy. After all, no woman I knew had a transparent chest or an exposed heart. I always found that image foreign, off-putting, and bizarre.   And then I had a child of my own. Continue reading