I let my son stay up late...to watch Veggie Tales. That's right, you heard me right. In our house we don't watch TV or play video games during the week. Only on weekends. And did I mention we have no television channels, only dvd movies and video games? I know, crazy. BUT, my child LOVES to read. And he can carry on lengthy discussions that keep me involved in what's going on in his head and heart. Cable is overrated, and rots the brain.
You may be saying, big deal. What's the BIG DEAL? Well, you see my son is 11. ELEVEN. And is asking to watch Veggie Tales. With all the junk he is forced to process - drugs, alcohol, cursing, sex, etc - it makes my heart happy to hear him beg to stay up to watch Veggie Tales after his little brother goes to bed. On a school night.
So, I let him. One day he will lose that sweetness that makes him love simple wholesome media. And when the day comes, I will relish in the memory of his love of Veggie Tales.
I also love watching him sing along at the top of his lungs to Mandisa and Toby Mac. Praising Jesus with his whole soul, it is beautiful. I pray for him to never lose sight of what is important in life. I pray for God to protect him from the influences of the world that challenge him to turn toward sinfulness. And I pray those Veggie Tales lessons are buried deep inside his heart for him to remember when he turns from young to old.
Ahhh, if only they could stay little....
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Teach them to HELP...
So there I was. I had loaded the groceries into my car and was left with a baby in a car seat and a grocery cart. I saw a bagger lady just finishing up with another customer and as she approached my direction I asked, "Would you mind returning the cart inside for me?" She looked at me, the baby, and the cart and replied, "I'm only supposed to take in my cart." And then she walked away. For a moment I was in disbelief.
I exhaled, and stood there for a full minute or so contemplating what had just occured. You see, I never imagined that someone would say no. I mean, REALLY? How hard is it to push a grocery cart inside when you are already headed that way. So, I started to take the car seat out of the car and a random guy from across the lot approached and said, "I'll take that for you." Even from far away he was able to figure out what had transpired and was gentleman enough to help. Thank you kind stranger.
You see, there was a time when that sort of behavior was normal. And NOT just on the part of men. Women also knew how to HELP people out. Back then, people were eager to open doors for each other, or assist with moving, or even to give rides to work. And now if you need help people look at you as if you are a nuisance. In that moment in the grocery store parking lot I was reminded of a similar incident not long ago as well...
Donating to the thrift store is part of a run I make every week or two and has been for as long as I remember. When I was about 8 months pregnant I arrived at the thrift store to discover I could not carry one bag and one box. They were not especially heavy, just bulky. And I had reached the point in pregnancy when I could only wrap my arms so far around certain objects. So I went inside thinking one of the volunteers could help me out. But there I was told, "Due to insurance reasons we are not allowed to assist with anyone's donations." Again, REALLY? They didn't even ask if what I had was heavy. They didn't even ask what it was. Because I am sure that carrying a garbage bag of kid's clothing would have cause some major incident that would be insurance worthy. Unbelievable.
Have we really reached the point where helping our fellow man has become a matter of insurance policies? Maybe it is because I was raised in the South, maybe it is because I just naturally help people, or maybe it is because I am married to a gentleman...who knows. I don't know why this bothers me as much as it does. All I DO know is that I personally will be doing my part to see that my children do not hesitate to lend a hand.
So parents, I ask you to join me in a crusade to teach our children to be kind to those around them, to realize that no one person is more important than another. And this is not only for parents of boys, girls can help too :-) But HOW exactly do we teach them?
By example. Teach them to open the door for other people by doing so yourself. And to smile while doing so, as they may never know whose day was brightened by their smile. Incorporate helpfulness in the household...doing chores together, pitching in to unload the car, working to build something...all of these things can be done as a team, by helping one another. Don't make the mistake of never needing anyone's help - it will teach your kids that all people should be solely self-reliant. By raising a generation of people who know how to say YES when someone needs help, and to ask for help themselves, they will be better for it.
Ok, rant over. For today ;-)
I exhaled, and stood there for a full minute or so contemplating what had just occured. You see, I never imagined that someone would say no. I mean, REALLY? How hard is it to push a grocery cart inside when you are already headed that way. So, I started to take the car seat out of the car and a random guy from across the lot approached and said, "I'll take that for you." Even from far away he was able to figure out what had transpired and was gentleman enough to help. Thank you kind stranger.
You see, there was a time when that sort of behavior was normal. And NOT just on the part of men. Women also knew how to HELP people out. Back then, people were eager to open doors for each other, or assist with moving, or even to give rides to work. And now if you need help people look at you as if you are a nuisance. In that moment in the grocery store parking lot I was reminded of a similar incident not long ago as well...
Donating to the thrift store is part of a run I make every week or two and has been for as long as I remember. When I was about 8 months pregnant I arrived at the thrift store to discover I could not carry one bag and one box. They were not especially heavy, just bulky. And I had reached the point in pregnancy when I could only wrap my arms so far around certain objects. So I went inside thinking one of the volunteers could help me out. But there I was told, "Due to insurance reasons we are not allowed to assist with anyone's donations." Again, REALLY? They didn't even ask if what I had was heavy. They didn't even ask what it was. Because I am sure that carrying a garbage bag of kid's clothing would have cause some major incident that would be insurance worthy. Unbelievable.
Have we really reached the point where helping our fellow man has become a matter of insurance policies? Maybe it is because I was raised in the South, maybe it is because I just naturally help people, or maybe it is because I am married to a gentleman...who knows. I don't know why this bothers me as much as it does. All I DO know is that I personally will be doing my part to see that my children do not hesitate to lend a hand.
So parents, I ask you to join me in a crusade to teach our children to be kind to those around them, to realize that no one person is more important than another. And this is not only for parents of boys, girls can help too :-) But HOW exactly do we teach them?
By example. Teach them to open the door for other people by doing so yourself. And to smile while doing so, as they may never know whose day was brightened by their smile. Incorporate helpfulness in the household...doing chores together, pitching in to unload the car, working to build something...all of these things can be done as a team, by helping one another. Don't make the mistake of never needing anyone's help - it will teach your kids that all people should be solely self-reliant. By raising a generation of people who know how to say YES when someone needs help, and to ask for help themselves, they will be better for it.
Ok, rant over. For today ;-)
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
All the Way Granola
So, I was wearing Jeremiah and talking with a lady about how I was now giving cloth diapers a shot, and a complete stranger pipes in with "Oh, so you are like all the way granola then?" I had a little chuckle to myself and thought NO. I am not that mom, the one that does everything all natural. Or AM I?
The facts:
1. I wear my baby. I love snuggling with my baby in a wrap...but wait...I LOVE my stroller too.
2. I breastfeed. But wait....I pump so daddy can feed bottles too. AND I give my baby a pacifier.
3. I use cloth diapers. At first I thought I was being frugal, but have decided there is no cost savings - therefore I cloth diaper out of a need to save the planet. But wait...I slap on a Pampers for nighttime because who am I kidding, I don't do middle of the night changes unless it is poop.
4. I make hummus. AND I freshly cut veggies on occassion. But wait....we also eat (GASP!) McDonald's sometimes...and not just because of the convenience, sometimes I want some hot fresh fries that can only come from there.
5. I homeschool. Some of the time. Or did. Does part time count? I love being a part of teaching my children, but wait....I LOVE the alone time I have when they are being taught by others as well.
SO there you have it...all the way granola? If so, this granola has a lot of nuts and berries mixed in for sure!
The facts:
1. I wear my baby. I love snuggling with my baby in a wrap...but wait...I LOVE my stroller too.
2. I breastfeed. But wait....I pump so daddy can feed bottles too. AND I give my baby a pacifier.
3. I use cloth diapers. At first I thought I was being frugal, but have decided there is no cost savings - therefore I cloth diaper out of a need to save the planet. But wait...I slap on a Pampers for nighttime because who am I kidding, I don't do middle of the night changes unless it is poop.
4. I make hummus. AND I freshly cut veggies on occassion. But wait....we also eat (GASP!) McDonald's sometimes...and not just because of the convenience, sometimes I want some hot fresh fries that can only come from there.
5. I homeschool. Some of the time. Or did. Does part time count? I love being a part of teaching my children, but wait....I LOVE the alone time I have when they are being taught by others as well.
SO there you have it...all the way granola? If so, this granola has a lot of nuts and berries mixed in for sure!
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