bearing blog


bear – ing n 1  the manner in which one comports oneself;  2  the act, power, or time of bringing forth offspring or fruit; 3 a machine part in which another part turns [a journal ~];  pl comprehension of one’s position, environment, or situation;   5  the act of moving while supporting the weight of something [the ~ of the cross].


  • Piety.

    After serving as a volunteer in the nursery at my parish’s Catholic Vacation Bible School, which Oscar is attending for the third year, I was worn out.  Milo and MJ fell asleep in the car on the way home.  I carried each one in from the garage and put them down and flopped onto the couch and didn’t move for a long time.

    I gradually became aware of a clinking sound coming from the kitchen.  Groggily I looked over.  Oscar was carefully carrying a pile of clean plates, still dripping from the dishwasher, up onto the kitchen stool and sliding them into the cabinet.

    "Uh… what are you doing?" I asked.

    "I’m putting the dishes away," he said.

    "Oh… Thanks!" I said.  "That’s really nice of you to help me out like that."

    "I’m doing a sacrifice for Jesus," he announced cheerfully.

    This CVBS thing is pretty powerful.  I kid you not.  He also cleaned the basement and said a rosary — I am not kidding, he did it right in front of me — the whole thing — and then came up to me with a pencil and paper and asked me to write something for him.  I found a book to use as a writing surface and copied what he dictated:

    OSCAR’S SACRIFICES.

    I said a rosary for priests.

    I said an extra Hail Mary and Our Father for my family.  ("That’s good," I told him.  "We could use it.")

    I put away the dishes.

    He wants to take the paper back to VBS tomorrow.  Maybe it’s an assignment?  I don’t know.  At any rate he’s very gung-ho today.  Will it last all week?


  • I’m not exactly the target audience, but…

    … I recently bought Dawn Eden’s The Thrill of the Chaste and read it anyway.    This is, of course, Ms. Eden’s frank memoir/manifesto about how she, a rock journalist, moved from promiscuity to chastity.  One review is here.  An interview with Ms. Eden is here.

    It’s not a book that is aimed at contented married thirtysomething mothers-of-three-small-children, who need the book neither for advice to get us to rethink the Sex-and-the-City lifestyle nor to leave prominently around for a nearly-grown daughter to stumble upon.   And I should add that the writing style isn’t exactly my cup of tea.  Some of her more critical reviewers have suggested she overgeneralizes her own experience, and I think there’s a grain of truth to that.

    I really enjoyed it anyway, or at least I found it thought provoking.

    More of it struck home than you might imagine.  It wasn’t that long ago that I was dating, and struggling with many of the same illusions and tensions, and some of the same mistakes, that Ms. Eden describes in her book.  A great many of those ghosts stuck around, well into the relationship that eventually became my marriage.   A few years later, both of us are more mature, and better people, and we often look at each other and think we are so lucky.  Not because we didn’t screw up from time to time, but because our screwing up didn’t ruin us.  Somehow we made it through to the other side and we can’t explain why.

    Anyway, whatever your state and vocation, you may find that Dawn’s book is a keeper.  Check it out


  • CVBS edition.

    Minnesota Mom Margaret prodded me to cover my morning’s activities:  volunteering in the nursery (for other volunteers’ children) at our parish CVBS.  That’s Catholic Vacation Bible School, friends.  Don’t forget the C.

    Edifying, she says.  Make it edifying.   [clears throat]

    EDIFICATION NUMBER ONE.  Dry erase markers are nice to have for small children to write on the whiteboard.  Sharpies are nice to have for the volunteers to trace around beaming children posed on their back on giant sheets of paper.  It is less nice to have both of them at the same time, because it takes a while for you to realize that little Stanislaus is scribbling all over the whiteboard with a Sharpie.

    EDIFICATION NUMBER TWO.   If you act quickly, black Sharpie can be removed from a whiteboard with Clorox wipes.

    EDIFICATION NUMBER THREE.  When two men appear at the door of your room of twenty-two children with an extra table at ten-fifteen, one should not exclaim, "Oh good, just in time for snack!"  Because twenty-two children will hear "blah blah blah blah time for snack!"  And then, dear volunteer, you will have some ‘splainin’ to do.

    EDIFICATION NUMBER FOUR.  There are approximately twenty Barnums Animal Crackers per box, not counting broken ones (and believe me, you should not count them). 

    EDIFICATION NUMBER FIVE.  On the other hand, the broken ones aren’t too bad when dipped in a cup of black coffee.

    EDIFICATION NUMBER SIX.  Yes, there is a whole box full of books over there to look at, but there is only one featuring Thomas the Tank Engine.  And that is what matters.

    EDIFICATION NUMBER SEVEN.  You really only need one Circle Time song.  And it goes like this:  Hel-lo [name of child].  How are you today?  Stand up [name of child], stand up if you may.  [applause].  Repeat. 

    EDIFICATION NUMBER EIGHT.  If there are twenty-two children, it takes a while to find out which one needs a diaper change.  And you generally don’t find out until someone has volunteered to crawl around on the floor sniffing.

    EDIFICATION NUMBER NINE.  The little babies sometimes have an easier time being away from Mom than some of the bigger kids do.  (One little sweetie curled up in my sling and fell asleep, just as easy as pie.)

    EDIFICATION NUMBER TEN.  You’ve gotta station someone by the door at all times.  A few will always try to make a break for it. 

    EDIFICATION NUMBER ELEVEN.  Pick up time — when parents are actually there to watch us, natch — is the hardest part of the day.  For every child that, duly checked out, is trooping out the door hand in hand with her mom, one is straining against my arm trying to run down the hall, another is trying to squeeze out between my ankles, two big brothers are pushing in announcing "My mom sent me to get my baby sister," separate bevies of little girls are wriggling in and out to "visit the babies," and one child (last time I checked it was my daughter, but you never know) is hanging off my left breast.

    EDIFICATION NUMBER TWELVE.  Amazingly, the volunteers in the other rooms — who actually had to, you know, teach a class, which I hear requires actual preparation — lavish us nursery volunteers with praise:  "wow, you’re braver than me. "  "Thanks for all the hard work you’re doing. "   And I’m thinking — here I thought I was getting off easy.  I checked "nursery" because I can do it and still stay with my own little ones!   

    More tomorrow, I hope!


  • Jealous.

    I think I need a new category just called "Posts I wish I’d written."  Mostly for well-crafted humor.  This is one.  OK, I thought it was funny.


  • Tough love.

    My daughter’s just 10 months old, but it won’t feel like long before I’m thinking things like this missive from Slightly Crunchy Catholic.

    Love the photo.


  • Homeschooling science made easy.

    GENERAL SCIENCE

    Mix baking soda and vinegar.  Observe.

    EARTH SCIENCE

    Sculpt a shield volcano out of modeling clay.  In crater, mix baking soda and vinegar.  Observe.

    CHEMISTRY

    Wearing safety goggles, add 1 mole sodium bicarbonate to 1 liter of a  five percent (by volume) solution of acetic acid.  Observe.

    METALLURGY

    Obtain a silver spoon, a stainless steel spoon, and an aluminum spoon.  Use each spoon to mix baking soda and vinegar.  Observe.

    PSYCHOLOGY

    Obtain an eight-ounce drinking glass.  Add one-quarter cup of vinegar and one-quarter cup of a solution of baking soda and water.  Is the glass half empty or half full?

    PHYSICS

    From atop the Leaning Tower of Pisa, let fall simultaneously a three-pound box of baking soda and a one-quart bottle of vinegar.  Observe.

    THEORETICAL PHYSICS

    Consider a box of baking soda and a bottle of vinegar located in a spacious chest or elevator in empty space, far from appreciable masses.   A rope is attached to the center of the lid of the chest, and an external being pulls on the rope, accelerating the chest upwards.  In the frame of reference of the vinegar and baking soda, how does this compare to remaining at rest in a gravitational field due to a massive body such as the earth?

    ECONOMICS

    If the demand for baking soda rises, what will happen to the supply of vinegar?  Explain.

    MEDICAL RESEARCH

    Add 1/2 teaspoon baking soda to 4 fl. oz. of water in one glass. Add 1/2 teaspoon vinegar to 4 fl. oz. of water in another glass.  Dissolve completely in water.  (Accurately measure 1/2 teaspoon.)   Give one glass to each of two research subjects complaining of sour-tummy every 2 hours.  Observe. 

    CIVIL ENGINEERING

    Build a balsa-wood model bridge capable of supporting a paper sack containing 200 grams of baking soda across the open span of a five-gallon bucket full of vinegar. Add baking soda, 100 grams at a time, until the bridge fails.  Observe.

    HOME ECONOMICS

           1/2 c baking soda (packed)
           1 c vinegar
           1 tsp vanilla

           Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Combine vinegar and vanilla in a two-cup liquid measure.  Whisk baking soda in a medium bowl.  While continuously whisking, slowly add vinegar mixture in a thin stream.  Observe.

    ENTOMOLOGY

    Design an experiment to answer the following question:  Can you catch more specimens of Drosophila melanogaster with baking soda or with vinegar?

    MILITARY SCIENCE

    Construct a trebuchet capable of lobbing vinegar-filled latex balloons over the battlements of the enemy’s strategic stockpile of baking soda.  Fire when ready.

    Got any more?


  • Shuffle.

    I rearranged my sidebar to emphasize the blogroll "Quid Pro Quo" to the right.  That’s the list of blogs I’m aware of that have linked to me.   Check ’em out and see if you find a new friend.


  • Yet another post from DarwinCatholic on what’s wrong with “intelligent design” philosophy.

    I’ll just paste the quote.

    The understanding of nature which was held by St. Thomas Aquinas, and which allowed the Catholic Church to nurture much of early science, is that God’s will is a rational and ordering principle guiding the universe. It is thus because of God’s ordered nature that object in the universe move in ways that can be calculated and predicted mathematically, and because of God’s will that creatures descend from each other via methods that are explicable to reason. The Christian worldview has traditionally held that the world is explicable to reason because God, the creator of the world, is Himself reasonable.

    However, ID proponents seems to have latched onto a far more modern understanding of "nature vs. God" and thus feel that in order to feel confident that God is the creator of the universe, there must be clearly identifiable points at which "natural" laws and processes explicable to reason do not appear to apply.

    Read the whole thing.


  • Observe and report.

    A friend’s musings yesterday about how to teach "science" to her nine-year-old daughter got me thinking about elementary "science" education.  I put science in quotes because it seems not to be the right word for what’s really best to learn before age nine or ten.  Nature study seems better, as long as you understand that "nature" isn’t code for birds and trees and wildflowers, but instead is allowed to encompass the whole universe of physical objects and physical law. 

    Now is the time to make open-eyed observations, to name things, to gain a vocabulary of the world.  This color is called blue.  That sphere in the sky is the moon.   The leaves were green, then they turned orange and fell off.   This rock is called granite and that one is called sandstone.  You can tell which of the downy woodpeckers is the male because he has a red patch that the female doesn’t have.   This block is a cylinder and that ball is a sphere.  This die is a cube, and that means it has six faces and all its edges are the same length.   A baby comes out of her mommy’s body.   When Mom forgot to put yeast in the pizza dough, it came out flat instead of puffy.   When Dad built the campfire, he chose the dry wood instead of the green wood.  We forgot to feed the fish and he died.  You hit the window with the toy hammer and it cracked.  We turned on the hose and it straightened itself out before water came out the other end.  Mom braked suddenly to avoid an accident and I felt myself flung hard against my seat belt.   

    None of this stuff requires contrived experiments or demonstrations.  It just happens, and we can talk about it when the time comes.  If we want to know more about things, we can get books from the Q section of the library, buy field guides, maybe take a trip to the observatory. 

    When it’s time for learning to become more formal, we don’t have to buy a "science" textbook written for children in a particular grade.   We do look for living books — and that doesn’t mean that a child’s story that has some animals in it is automatically "teaching science through literature" and therefore good, while every textbook must be automatically avoided.  It does mean that we look for the book that was written by a passionate learner for a passionate learner.   

    This might be "literature:"  a good example is The Burgess Bird Book for Children, which transmits a huge amount of information about habits and features of eastern U.S. birds in the course of an action-punctuated dialogue between the curious Peter Rabbit and the gossipy Jenny Wren.  More likely it’ll be a book written for an enthusiast, like the National Audobon Society Field Guide to North American Birds, Eastern Region.  Or even a coffee-table book, like David Attenborough’s The Life of Birds

    I tend to think that contriving demonstrations and calling them "experiments" is a form of what Charlotte Mason called "twaddle. " (It’s another thing entirely if your child asks you to show him something, or finds a science fair project in a book and asks to build it.)  And a lot of the classic "kids-science-stuff" is downright wrong — "volcanoes" powered by colored vinegar and baking soda?  Don’t get me started.  The best teacher at this hands-on age is real experience.

    This is the age of using narrations — typically oral or written reports — to synthesize the information a child has taken in and explain what she’s learned.   But we don’t want this to be mere regurgitation of facts from books.  I think the best compromise is to choose the areas of study carefully so that the child can narrate real experiences of the world around her.   

    Take this egg-timer into the back yard and choose one plant.  Look carefully at the plant for three whole minutes.  Then come back in and tell me everything you can remember.

    Go outside and draw a picture of the moon tonight.  Do it again next Monday.  Then write a letter to me telling how it has changed.

    Fill this jar with dirt from the garden.  Then pour it out into a pan, sift through it, and list all the different kinds of things you find there.

    What did you think about the thunderstorm we had yesterday?  Write down what it sounded like and what you saw.

    These immediate experiences aren’t the only part of learning about the world — otherwise we would never learn about things on the other side of the planet or on the other end of the universe.  We expand beyond the backyard using books, movies, museums, zoos.    But the backyard contains enough material on which to practice narration skills, and to reinforce that the most important part of what we call "science" is accurate reporting of what we — ourselves  — observe.

    And it doesn’t have to be purely unschooled, driven by the child’s interests, although it can be if that’s your bag.  I could plan to spend a quarter studying astronomy, another studying earth science, a third studying botany, and yet another studying human anatomy.   Each of those unit studies could involve observations made in my house or back yard, narrations (or diagrams, or models, or sketches) that report those observations, and books read about the things I can’t observe from home. 

    Oscar’s interested in rocks right now.  So I’ve put off my former plan (electric circuits) and am now planning to do a year of earth science.  I’m going to buy a seventh-grade textbook for my own reference — to give me ideas of the topics to cover — and get a sample identification set (probably not a very large one, maybe a dozen different samples), some field guides, and a few tools.    There is soil in our garden, rock on the trail, water in the ponds; weather falls from the sky every morning.  These are the things to observe in detail.  And when it’s time to learn more, the library is just up the street.  I don’t have to make Oscar read the textbook unless he asks to see it.


  • Studying the library.

    Yesterday I started teaching Oscar the library skills curriculum I developed over the spring.   

    Before the first part of the lesson, I wrote selected library rules on separate index cards.  We all sat down together.  I shuffled the cards, held them out in a fan, and asked first Oscar, then Milo, to take their turn drawing one card (I read Milo’s for him) and then telling me why the library has that rule. 

    • Speak quietly or whisper.

    • Drink only at the water fountain, and leave your food at home.

    • Walk from place to place in the library.

    • Don’t write on the library materials, damage them, or get them dirty.

    • Obey the time limits posted on the equipment.

    • If you need help, ask the librarian.

    • Leave books on a table; don’t put them back on the shelf.

    Oscar didn’t have any trouble figuring out the reason behind most of the rules.   His first guess about the time limits was that the computers might self-destruct.

    In part two of the lesson, tomorrow, I plan to walk to the neighborhood branch library, where and I will have Oscar introduce himself to the children’s librarian.   By the time he’s done with this, he’ll be asking her for all kinds of things, so I want him to start right away learning her name and getting comfortable with approaching her and speaking to her.


  • Judge.

    Cathy_of_Alex wrote a post about the false advertising of very public dissent within the Church:  people might join up thinking we’ve got over all our hangups, then discover to their dismay that we still have a moral code and no, it hasn’t changed a whole lot.   She used same-sex attraction as her example, which drew a comment from "winnipeg catholic:"

    I still disagree. …Bottom line is I have lesbian coworkers who are nice people and I will not condemn them in my mind, in my heart, or by my actions. And neither will I condemn their relationship. Not until the Holy Spirit makes me feel that it is truly wrong. Christ says, ‘Judgement is Mine’. And I will not judge in any way.

    Adoro goes on to explain the difference between a person and a behavior, and the meaning of the term "judgment," and all that is correct, theologically speaking, but I can’t help having a different reaction to the I-know-nice-people-who-you-say-are-sinners-and-I-refuse-to-judge-them thing:

    Who asked you to judge them?   Or even their behavior?  How do you know that your Christian "calling," with respect to the real live people of whom you speak, is not simply to mind your own business?

    Here is where the orthodox say "But we have to judge sinful behavior as sinful!"  We do have to answer direct questions without lies — if we are questioned.  But what is "winnipeg catholic" imagining that Catholicism demands her to do with respect to her lesbian co-workers?  March down the hall to the next cubicle and toss off, "You know, homosexual behavior is wrong and you should stop"?  Refuse to speak to them?  Leave anonymous tracts on the desk? 

    We’re always surrounded by sinners.   Most of us rationalize daily at least one besetting sin.  The message "what you’re doing is wrong" could fit anyone we meet,  so why limit the discussion to shacking-up co-workers?   (Habitual speeders.  Tax-cheaters.  Stingy tippers.  The chronically impatient.)  But most of the time it is not our specific job to be the messenger.    It’s our job to be ready "to give a reason for our hope," to avoid committing sins, to live openly as Christians, in love with the truth and not ashamed of it, to deal with people according to our relationships:  In the case of "co-workers," that means — working with them.  It seems unlikely that our co-workers’ sexual relationships should impact the workplace at all.  Thinking about what other people ought to be doing distracts us from considering what we ought to be doing. 

    I said we have to be ready, though.  That’s because sometimes their lives intersect with our own decisions about our own behaviors, and those behaviors are going to be noticed.

    • The brother who’s been living with his girlfriend for years asks if you can help them move into a new apartment.  Is it okay to help or does that support their behavior?  Do you get to just make an excuse when you say no, or must you be up front about why?
    • You’ve already accepted the invitation to your non-Catholic cousin’s apparently-secular wedding.  Just before the ceremony you discover that the officiant is one of those renegade ex-Catholic rent-a-priests.   Will you serve the truth better by attending or by quietly leaving?  And do you still get to go to the reception?
    • One morning at the coffeepot the co-worker suddenly says to you, "Hey, you’re Catholic, aren’t you?  Do you really believe that stuff they say about gays?" 

    These are points when you must act, and it’s for these moments that you must be ready.

    I think that’s part of what is meant by the whole context of the warning against judging, which is from the Sermon on the Mount (Mt 7):

    "Stop judging, that you may not be judged.   For as you judge, so will you be judged, and the measure with which you measure will be measured out to you.  Why do you notice the splinter in your brother’s eye, but do not perceive the wooden beam in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove that splinter from your eye,’ while the wooden beam is in your eye? You hypocrite, remove the wooden beam from your eye first; then you will see clearly to remove the splinter from your brother’s eye.  Do not give what is holy to dogs, or throw your pearls before swine, lest they trample them underfoot, and turn and tear you to pieces."

    The last sentence isn’t usually included in this pericope, but I think it should be, because it (like the previous sentence) clearly commands a kind of judgment.  We must judge — who is our brother?  What is a "splinter" that must be removed from his eye?  What is "holy," which of our actions might be casting a "pearl?" Who are these "dogs" and "swine," apparently substantially different from the "brother," as we are called to minister to one and not to the other?

    To me this means that we should worry about others’ behavior mainly when it comes time for us to actually be in a position of teaching or helping them.  A lot of the time we aren’t in that position and need to be concerned with our own lives.   We need to eliminate the sins that cloud our sight so that we can watch and see when we must carefully judge how to behave — when we’ve been directly asked, or when we’re being seen (rightly or wrongly) as the representative of all things Catholic, or when we’re in a position of trust and authority and our words and actions will carry real weight.   For example, if our co-workers don’t trust us or respect us because we haven’t behaved with integrity, then we need to change that.  Not because we shouldn’t try to help remove those splinters but precisely because we should.


  • Latin begins.

    Oscar started Prima Latina last week, and he’s still really excited about it. Relatives and family friends always act very impressed, or else confused, when I mention that Oscar is going to study Latin, as if it should be especially difficult or unfeasible to teach in the home. I’ll grant that it is less “useful” for life in Minneapolis than, say, Spanish (which we are also studying). But Latin has several distinct advantages that make it an excellent choice for the home school.

    First: pronunciation. Because conversational Latin is not really an issue, it simply doesn’t matter that we don’t have a “native speaker” or an expert pronouncer among our family or friends. We do not have to learn to trill the r’s just right or shape the mouth around any diphthongs that don’t exist in our native language. As if to reinforce this, the woman who speaks Latin on the CD included with our program has a very strong Southern accent. Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini, y’all. Latin study is generally a study of the written language. The only big pronunciation issue is Classical or ecclesiastical?

    Second: available curricula. Very, very, very few homeschool curricula for Spanish, or French, or German, or Italian, are specifically designed for a teacher with little background in the new language. It’s as if they assume we’re just going to teach our kids the language we learned in high school (I took many, many years of French, which I enjoyed and which I still read, but I’m going to require my kids to learn Spanish, so I can’t actually help them very much). But several Latin programs are specifically designed for the parent and child to learn together. There are a lot more homeschooling parents who are interested in teaching classical languages than who are fluent in them.

    Third: grammar. Latin study is a good place to start talking about grammar. Why, it’s almost like being in grammar school! What is a verb? What is a noun? What is a preposition? What is a proper noun? These kinds of first encounters with parts of speech can happen in Latin first, before talking about it in English. The highly inflected nature of Latin makes it clearer, not less clear, how the sentence fits together.

    Oscar’s still excited to be saying “ambulo” and “salve!” and “luna” and “oremus” — I think it will be a few weeks before the novelty wears off. He has been trying to make sentences out of the half-dozen vocabulary words from the first lesson — he shouted “Salve, Deus!” when we drove past the basilica yesterday.