12/23/2016 I’m reposting this as a reminder to enjoy the peace and love of Christmas with your families as Mary did. I’m quite certain the stable was not perfect.
I catch myself doing it from time to time; you know, trying to make a holiday or other special day perfect. I’m certainly not a perfectionist, but for some reason these ideals creep into my mind around holidays like Christmas or Easter and when I am hosting birthday parties for my children. I find myself getting so caught up in these ideals that it causes me stress which results in my own unhappiness and grumpiness, and worse yet, it steals the happiness from the people whom I am trying to bring joy. It’s a vicious cycle.
It was the day before Easter Sunday this year when I started feeling it. I had not slept well the night before, I had to get the kids to an egg hunt, bake the bunny cake (which was a new thing for us this year, but we were all looking forward to it) and dye the eggs. Not to mention tidy the house in preparation for my brother and his wife who would be here for dinner on Sunday. Oh, and finish the routine laundry and prepare a regular Saturday dinner. My daughter entered the kitchen with anticipation inquiring, “Are we dying eggs or baking the bunny cake first?” I must have worn the stress on my face and probably didn’t realize I let out a frustrated sigh. That’s when sadness appeared on her face and she said to me, “Why aren’t you happy?” Whoa! What? Yikes, what am I doing? OK, I know what I need…a power nap, but there is really not time and I just had a cup of coffee so sleep won’t happen. I really just need to relax and maybe prioritize. What is the priority? Eggs or bunny cake? Neither. The priority is to build happy memories with my girls. It is for them to see the love of Jesus as we celebrate Easter, not the grumpiness of Mommy. We colored the eggs together and then prepared the cake batter. Things worked out. Instead of having a homemade dinner that night, we ended up having Chipotle for dinner on our way back from the grocery store, and that’s okay. I got some other things done while, get this, they decorated the bunny cake all by themselves. It looked great and tasted delicious!
The very next week as I was getting my daughter’s 6th Birthday Tea Party ready and I started to feel it again….the desire for it to be perfect. The day before the party my oldest, confident after the success of the Bunny Cake, made and decorated the birthday cupcakes all by herself. My birthday girl and I set out the activities and filled the favor bags together. I had put off buying the flowers and balloons until the day of the party so they would be fresh. The morning of the tea party, I started feeling the frantic feeling again of having things tidy, prepared and perfect. My birthday girl was cleaning off the coffee table and brought me a bookmark which she thought was mine so I could put it away. “Keep Calm and Pray” were the words on the bookmark. That was all I needed for a reality check. I said a quick little prayer and remembered that ten years from now, or even tomorrow, it won’t matter if I had the fruit cut in cute little shapes to match the sandwiches. The party doesn’t have to be perfect to bring my sweet little six year old and her friends happiness.
Am I cured? Will I never again stress about an event or occasion? Probably not. I do think I will catch myself early enough to keep calm and pray, and remember that happiness does not equal perfection.
We all focus our attention to academics, and making sure our children are active in organized sports and structured activities. With all of these concerns and commitments, are we allowing our kids to just be creative? A little over a year ago, I let go of the morning resistance to get our school work started. I was realizing that after breakfast (sometimes even before breakfast) was the time my girls seem to get caught up in their own ideas and creations. Sometimes it was Lego constructions or bead work. More recently it is drawing, painting, crochet, or even acting, videography and photography. It was last year that I embraced this time and instead of demanding their obedience to get dressed and sit at the table to do school work, I gave them the time to create. Within reason, I allowed them time to complete the project they had started. They understood that the next thing to do was begin their school work. Yes, it’s also beneficial to incorporate their talents and interests with the academic lessons, but I think the unstructured time without imposing expectations of the end product is also necessary. Allowing this time to get their creative juices flowing and to express themselves in the mode of their choice made our academic times even more enjoyable and productive. Currently, I see this optimal creative time of day changing for one and I need to be sure to work with it instead of against it, and allow her the time to create.
One week in March my two daughters brought home a total of six award ribbons and two medals. I’m not bragging. I’m actually expressing frustration.
One daughter did earn two of her four ribbons and the youngest did earn one of her two ribbons. They both entered artwork in a community art show. As their mother, of course I liked their art and a few of the pieces will be hung on a wall, not just the fridge. I’m proud of the ribbons they were given for actually placing, but I am annoyed with the” honorable mention” ribbons they brought home just because they entered the show. Every piece of art, for all who entered had a ribbon placed on it.
Oh, and the medals? They were given them because they were in a parade! No, they did not receive a performance award in the parade. The organization they were representing handed them out just for being there. When I was young the opportunity to be in a parade was exciting enough. I certainly didn’t need a medal to feel good about it.
As a family we try to avoid activities which award kids for meeting minimal expectations for a few reasons:
1) Lessons can be learned in losing. If you see someone else carrying a trophy or wearing a medal and you are not, you will develop a desire to work harder to earn said award.
2) Kids begin to expect a prize or award for everything they do. They become too extrinsically motivated instead of developing the intrinsic motivation, the desire which comes from within themselves. We want kids to do well because it feels good to them, not because of something someone hands to them.
3) It minimizes the achievement to the kids who put in the hard work and preparation to win. Is it right that one who reads about the activity, practices the activity at home as well as in organized practice, and who puts for their best efforts in practice (not just there to socialize) walks out with the same award? I don’t think so.
I hope our family stance on this will provide positive outcomes for our children.
I pray with and for my kids as I’m sure many of you do. One night as a feis (Irish Dance Competition) was approaching, I was saying bedtime prayers with my daughter. She just had one more dance to get a 1st so she could move up a level and begin wearing the poofy, blingy skirt and big wig. She prayed that God would help her with her dance and reluctantly, we prayed for the win. First we hesitated. When there is war and cancer and homelessness, is it really okay to pray for a 1st place in a dance competition? We discussed this, and considered that God wants us to take all things to Him in prayer and petition and that we are ALL important to Him, so we started praying for the win.
A couple of days later she was at the feis and as usual after she checked in and got in the line, I watched and prayed silently over and over again. I was 0kay with praying for the win. As the girls stepped out to dance one girl came out and then stopped….she forgot her dance…..she fumbled a bit and then just went back to the line in tears before the dance was over. I stopped praying for my daughter and even prayed to God saying “We will be ok, don’t worry about us. Please just take care of that little girl and guide her mom to handle this with care and build her back up.” A few minutes later it was my daughter’s turn to dance. She was on fire! Well, for most of the dance she was on fire. Near the end I could tell her feet fumbled just a little, but she got right back into it. Maybe the judge didn’t see her error. As she came to me after getting off the stage she expressed disappointment. She could tell the judge was watching her and was impressed until she forgot her step, and yes the judge was still watching her. She seemed to be handling it well. I prayed in my head as we walked through the crowd thanking God that my daughter was handling things well and continued to pray for the other little girl who had been crying on stage.
Later when we went to look at results we saw that my daughter placed 3rd in the dance she so desperately needed to place 1st. She was not surprised, but she was definitely disappointed. On the drive home that day, as she was eating her traditional after feis M&M Blizzard, I reminded her that God is answering our prayers, but he is saying to her “not yet”. I noticed for the next week or so that she was somewhat quiet and routine with our bedtime prayers. She stopped praying about dancing altogether. Oh no…we should not have prayed for the win. I set her up to be angry with God. I also realized that I was underestimating God when I thought he had to forget about her to take care of another girl. Don’t I know he can do ALL things and care for ALL of us at the same time?!?! Oh no. What have I done?
Two weeks later, early on a sunny August morning, we were on our way into another feis. She didn’t want to pray about it in the hotel room. As she was pulling her Zuca up the sidewalk ahead of me I prayed silently, “God, whatever happens today, may it bring her closer to You.” That was all. That was my simple prayer. Of course, as she was in line waiting her turn to step out to dance I continued with my usual prayers for her to have confidence and to do her best, but I didn’t pray for the win. And my daughter? She did eventually earn her poofy, blingy skirt and big wig. In fact, she is now in her solo dress and wears a tiara in her big wig. More importantly, she is close to Him. She prays daily, sometimes with me and sometimes on her own. The night before every feis she prays aloud for God to be with her as she dances and she prays for all of the other dancers. My dance mom prayer every feis morning continues to be, “God, whatever happens here today, may it bring her closer to You.”
Take time to smell the flowers. Honestly, we took time to look at a dead lady bug, under a microscope no less. I’m sure you all have priorities to keep and tight schedules to follow, I know I do. Just the other morning we were reading about Chemistry and decided, reluctantly for me, that we’d do the suggested observation. I was really considering skipping it that day and just moving on to math, outlining for the new writing assignment or studying for Memory Master (which is like preparing your Baltimore Catechism for First Holy Communion in the 1970’s, but for six academic subjects). Of course, we want to cover all of our academics before we leave for dance class in the afternoon. Something nudged me to get the microscope out of the box and look at the salt up close. As I boiled the salt and let the water evaporate the girls continued to look at EVERYTHING under the microscope. They looked at coins, an avacado smear, a leftover toast crumb, my engagement ring, an emerald necklace, and fish food. I let them explore as I monitored the boiling salt on the stove. At this point I was realizing this was good quality learning fun, and not just something in the way of what really needed to be done. Then I heard it. Enthusiastically, my 5 year old declares, “Let’s look at a dead ladybug!” Sure enough they found one. (We have ladybug issue from time to time in our house. They say the are good luck, right? But are they good luck if they are dead? I digress…) I realized what a love for learning I almost let slip by because it wasn’t what I had scheduled for the day. And get this, once we put the microscope away, they joyfully continued with the regularly scheduled assignments. So, whether you homeschool or monitor homework in the evening, please learn from my almost mistake, and take time to look at dead ladybugs.
For the past week or so my daughters and I have been reading about Galatians 5:22-23 in our daily devotional. We decided among ourselves that when one of us was not living out the Fruits of the Spirit instead of nagging, yelling or tattling we would kindly ask, “Are you being fruity?” As the day went on I did find the need to ask it a few times.
“The Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.There is no law against these things!” Galatians 5:22-23
As the week went on I was asking myself “Am I being fruity?” several times both at home and out in the community. I needed to show more love while I was replying to an email and a child wanted a hug. I needed to show joy while doing housework. I needed to demonstrate peace while getting the girls out the door and into the van to go to an activity. I needed to show patience with kids talking out of turn and off topic in our homeschool group. I needed to show patience when my own girls were fighting. (Yes, I know I listed patience twice.) I needed to show kindness and goodness when discussing a recent change of dance schools among friends. I needed to show faithfulness instead of expressing worry. I needed gentleness and self-control while discussing stressful and sensitive topics with loved ones. I needed self-control when I yelled at one of my children for not doing what she was told when she was told. (Again, I know I used self- control twice.) Wow! I’m not too proud, but I do consider myself to be kind and strive to be a good Christian woman. I guess the key word here is strive. I guess that is what we are expected to do. We aren’t expected to be perfect. Christ died on the cross for us because he knows of our sinful nature. We, in return, try to live a virtuous life.
The Holy Spirit produces this fruit in our lives and we must make the conscious effort to practice using it until it becomes an automatic part of us. I believe a fruitful life is contagious. I am blessed to have “fruity” friends and family. I feel more at peace when I am with them and the more time I spend with them the more fruitfully I live out my life. I emphasize I am striving and this is a work in progress for me as well as my children.
How can we help each other be more fruitful? What have you been learning about yourself as you teach* your children?
*I am not just speaking to homeschooling parents. Parenting is teaching, so I’d like to hear from all parents.
I’ve been contemplating starting a blog. I have been reading several blogs… Blogs about homeschooling. Blogs about dancing. Blogs about faith. Blogs about politics. I’ve tossed the idea of starting my own, but then tossed it right out again……until last month. For some reason, I can’t let go of the idea of starting a blog. I actually voiced the thought a couple of days ago and my husband was very supportive. He immediately started looking for the best blog program to use. Surprisingly, my daughters were excited about the idea, especially my 9 year old. When my husband told me to write what I’m passionate about, my oldest daughter immediately said, “Write about being a mom!” (Good to know she realizes I’m passionate about being a mom to her and her little sister.) She proceeded to give me more suggestions: “Write about being a homeschooling mom, a dance mom, a crafty mom, a mom of creative kids, a teacher mom….” We jokingly stole an idea from Disney’s “Dog with a Blog” to title mine “Mom with a Blog”. Then one evening my oldest was at the computer acting very secretive and told me she had a surprise for me…..MOM BLOG!
How can I NOT do this? Look at the encouragement and motivation I am receiving from my family! What if the girls rejected me when I encourage and motivate them rise to the occasion to learn new school material, dance, play the piano, or just try anything new? So many times lately I hear them play the piano, see artwork or watch them on stage in amazement, and I am somewhat envious of their abilities and dedication. They have inspired me. I have to respond to their encouragement in a positive forward motion. I will do this to let them see that you are never too old to try something new. You are never too old to step out and take a risk. A topic of my blog? Well, it will be about things I love and things we learn. It may change from week to week, but most of the time I will blog about being a mom and the many things moms contemplate as we continue to love and learn with our children.
Please follow me on this new adventure!