Loving a Life of Biblical Womanhood
When I was thirteen-years-old, my family moved from Oregon to Florida. To that point in my life, I’d lived in Germany, Washington state, and Oregon. There is a HUGE cultural difference between the Pacific Northwest and the Southeastern United States, and it manifested itself in my first southern classroom.
My dad tells the story of his early marriage to my mom, when he went fishing in the McKenzie River in the Willamette Valley in Oregon and came home with a mess of rainbow trout that he just dumped into the kitchen sink. Her response to that was, “What do you expect me to do with that?” To which he often follows up with, “You’re lucky you made it here. There was a moment there that you might never have been.” My mom never has enjoyed rainbow trout, but (after my dad would clean fish well away from mom’s kitchen sink) she would fry it in cornmeal. When I bit into this dish, I was immediately transported back in time to my childhood and eating fresh caught rainbow trout.
Pin ItWhen it was much later than Santa probably wanted it to be, we’d pack up and drive home and the four of us would go to bed certain we’d never be able to sleep, and likely were asleep within minutes of laying down.
All three of my kids have been on airplanes by 5 months old, and none of them are unaccustomed to hours in the car. Over the years, I’ve learned several tips to making traveling with children easier.
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