Rebecca Frech is a Cradle Catholic who came back to the Church in 2000, and thanks God for it every day. She lives just outside Dallas with her husband, the brilliant Computer Guy, their 7 not-quite-perfect children, and an ever-multiplying family of dust bunnies. When she’s not teaching math, neglecting housework, or reluctantly training for a marathon, she’s blogging at Shoved to Them.
From a talk with my eldest. With her permission. Because teenagers need to know that they’re not alone. Another bonus of NFP…it makes it easier to promote chastity and abstinence to your children. I noticed the other day that you were listening with rapt attention to the girls at the pool as they talked about [...]
My 13 year old son (#2) and 8 year old daughter (#4) were playing the Wii yesterday when the inevitable fight broke out. “But why do you get to be the girl? There’s only one girl and a bajillion boys. Be one of them.” My sweet daughter whined for the thousandth time at her brother. [...]
The longer I blog, the more I read, the more I become convinced that there’s an underground network of Christian people who have decided that laughter is a sin. I’ve been chastised for my sarcasm, seen others ridiculed for their satire, and read the comments of too-many-to-count who seem to think that faith equals no [...]
I grew up in the early post-Vatican II era. I can remember the time before people held hands during the Our Father. I was a small girl when the Communion rails were removed from our church and the old ladies shook their heads and cried. I was 11 when girls were allowed to serve at [...]
I love to sing…… Love. It. I’m not really all that great at it. In fact, I’m pretty bad. It’s a fact I’m pretty comfortable with by now. I’ve been told it’s bad by several well-respected people in my life. When I was in the 7th grade choir, the director pulled me aside one afternoon [...]
**Originally written in December of 2009** #6 and I went Christmas shopping at the mall yesterday. I was looking for gifts, and he was in his sling beaming his toothless grin at an adoring world. He loves the sling because it allows him to meet people eye to eye, and he is a boy [...]
***Warning:This is a Crying Post, Grab Your Kleenex*** Three years ago, we lost our Bernadette half-way through pregnancy to a knot in her cord. My husband cried; my children cried; I could not cry. Tears would occasionally leak down my cheeks, but it was more overflow than mourning. I was too numb to actually [...]
Armies everywhere used to march into battle with their standard bearer (the guy with the flag) right up front. He was the visual proclamation of who an army was. He was absolutely essential in warfare, and darn near a required part of battle He did not fight the battle himself, rather his job for the [...]
I have been told more times than I can count that if I were truly against abortion I would have to be pro-contraception. “Contraception prevents unwanted pregnancies,” the argument goes, “so putting women on reliable birth control would cut down on unwanted pregnancies and there would be fewer abortions.”
C. was our gift of joy out of pain. I was pregnant with him a mere six weeks after the still birth of his sister. My heart was so numbed by the pain of her loss that it would be many months before I fully understood that he was actually on his way to us. [...]
It was just the other day, during a phone conversation with my 90 year old grandmother, when she asked, “Who are you?” I paused for a moment and said, “Grandma, it’s me. Becky. Don’t you remember?” She snorted in derision, “Do you think I’ve gone senile? I know your name. I was just wondering if [...]
“Offer it up” is the mantra of my children’s childhood. Don’t want to clean your room? Hate the broccoli? “Offer it up. Work on your parade!” My children hear it daily. Your brother is annoying and you wanna kill him but don’t? “Offer it up!” You skin your knee trying to ride your bike down [...]
“Your kids rock!” A friend of mine told me the other day, and she was right…they do rock. They’re phenomenal children and more importantly, they’re really nice people. I don’t think I’ve had a lot to do with that, it’s more in spite of me than because of my handiwork. These children are the direct [...]
Q. How do you pronounce “ignitum”? A. Well, you have some options. The Romans would have said ig-NEE-toom. In church, we’d say “in-YEE-toom.”
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