Blog Post, Mother Culture

Loving them Well

We named him Blaze Josiah. Both of his names refer to fire. Our hope was he would be a spark, a flame of joy, hope, love, Christ. I believe he will be. In the meantime, sometimes he covers his ears when we pray. He doesn’t care to be told what to do (who does?). Transitioning into and out of any activities can be delicate and provoke him. We have spent the last month being screamed at – I am talking about red faced, contorted expression screaming directly at us anytime he is unhappy. I have prayed. I have cried. I work really hard to offer him a beautiful life. A real childhood. I read him scripture, he memorizes it. We sing hymns, read classic chapter books. His days are filled with the outdoors, family, poetry, hands on activities, and short lessons. Yet he still shoves his brothers any time they upset him while playing. I cannot tell you the amount of times I have ran to one of my younger boys in horror after observing my eldest toss them to the floor in a squabble over a preferred toy.

I do everything I have been promised will give him a great foundation and beginning in life and education.

I have watched my son who was attached to me and nursed for nearly three years, put space between us and disrespect me in ways that have really hurt my heart. I have asked myself what I am doing wrong. I have asked friends. I have sought counsel and read books.

So this week I made myself a promise. I promised to watch my thoughts and my words towards my son. As we embarked on this new week I determined to give him specific and genuine compliments several times a day. As I passed him while he played, I tousled his hair or gave his shoulder a quick squeeze. I have watched him while I cooked a meal and found things he was doing well. I openly commented on it where his brothers could hear. I have given him tasks to do and then praised him when he followed through. I have let him get upset and told him I would wait for him to calm down enough to hear me. Without raising my voice or becoming emotionally heated, I have explained to him thoughtfully what his behaviors were and what the consequences would be.

My aim was 5 authentic, specific compliments each day. I wanted to touch him, hug him, or kiss him at least 10 times a day (that is tough with a wild and free 6 year old).

I have done this for four days.

Today we crossed some sort of threshold.

He has been smiling. He has been proud when he accomplishes a task. He has been able to calm himself and listen to an instruction. I have been floored. He completed his math in 12 minutes this morning. Beaming he came to me and said, “When I give it all of my attention, I am done sooner and get to go and play.” My heart soared! At lunch, he reviewed his skip counting, he recited his memory verse, and he hugged me on his own, without any provocation.

“The child brings with him into the world, not character, but disposition. He has tendencies which may need only to be strengthened, or, again, to be diverted or even repressed. His character — the efflorescence of the man wherein the fruit of his life is a-preparing — is original disposition, modified, directed, expanded by education; by circumstances; later, by self-control and self-culture; above all, by the supreme agency of the Holy Ghost, even where that agency is little suspected, and as little solicited.”  –Charlotte Mason

He raced downstairs to proclaim, “You can trust me, mom. I put all of my clothing away.”

To say I am excited is an understatement. My children are my treasures on this Earth. Most of my day is spent brainstorming how to teach them, help them, give them whatever I can. Many nights are spent praying for them. I am so grateful that I get the opportunity to change my own habits and in doing so, help my son start fresh.

So here is to my eldest doing hard things. Here is to him learning to love prayer. Here is to him learning to love God and life and others. I am willing to do my part.

Blog Post, New Year, Uncategorized

The Journey Begins

So….a new year, a new blog, a new adventure.

The other afternoon, one of my boys came into the kitchen while I cleaned and proudly showed me the “food” he had created and placed inside the expensive wooden doll house refrigerator he just received at Christmas. As he explained in great detail the tacos, vegetables, soups he had stored inside, I became increasingly irritated and voiced my frustration with a quick scolding for not caring better for his new toy. His eyes dulled and his demeanor shifted. Immediately, I saw the error of my ways. I bent down on one knee and connected with his little heart. I apologized and told him I thought his food was creative and witty. He smiled and I hugged him.

For several weeks, I have been praying for a “word”. Looking for one word to define 2019. Mother culture and Christian culture indicate I am to have one. Just one. Except God chose differently for us. He saw my need. Our need as a family. He graciously gave me two words. I asked Him to change them. Give me one, I pleaded. It works better. It posts better. One word is what everyone else gets. I whined and He kept giving me the same beautiful two words. Finally, I conceded. As I let the words settle down in my soul, I felt the beauty and fit of them. Like new clothes carefully chosen for their quality and appropriateness for the occasion, these two words fit perfectly.

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Joyful connection – a daily reminder to speak to those around me with joy and love and patience and kindness. A daily reminder to be purposeful in my relationships. I have three sons given to me for a short season. I already find life is flying by at a startling pace. This will be the beginning of a new year, a new season, a new adventure. One that I will do my best to honor with these two words. Will you join me?