Posts Tagged ‘parenting’

Put Yourself Above Your Kids?

Friday, July 30th, 2010

put-yourself-above-your-kidsPut yourself above your kids? It’s the second time I’ve heard that God is first, husband second, me third, and children fourth. Nobody has said why this is the case, so I thought about it.

At first it sounded weird, but then it actually made sense. If my body belongs to my husband and I don’t take care of my body, I’m not taking care of my husband.

If I spend all my energy homeschooling the children and have nothing left for my husband, my husband is not first before the children. If I do less with my children, and I do something that will refresh me or give me energy, I will not only take care of myself, but I’m a better wife.

So homeschool mothers really must prioritize themselves above their children (or homeschooling) in order to be what their husbands need them to be: a fun playmate who actually has something to give. In turn, if we are refreshed, we will be able to homeschool with a joyful heart instead of a weary one.

 

Communion

Thursday, June 17th, 2010

communionA couple of years ago, the snow was so thick that our Sunday church service was actually canceled. Unfazed, my husband headed to another church, where a roommate from college was a pastor. I had never heard him preach before, and knowing he was a goofball, I wondered what his sermons would be like.

As I walked into the church with eager anticipation, I corralled the four children into a pew. It was a family-integrated church with no children’s classes, similar to ours in that respect.

At that moment, I spotted the communion table. I glanced at my two oldest boys (ages 8 and 7 at the time) who usually took communion, because they had committed their lives to Christ. I turned to my husband in a mild panic, saying, “It’s communion. You realize it’s real wine. What do we do about the kids? Is it even legal?”

My husband calmed me down and said everything was fine; let them take it.

The practical implications appeared in my imagination, and I pictured both my boys spitting out the wine onto the heads of the people in front of us. My children were not used to bitter food, and my dramatic, hyper son would undoubtedly act out this scene if I did not intervene in some way. I paused for a moment, then looked at my two sons with all seriousness and said, “The communion juice will taste bitter like dandelion leaves. It is real wine. I do not want you to spit it out. When you drink it, remember the bitter suffering that Christ had to endure because of your sin. Okay?”

They both nodded their heads with large eyes and deep seriousness. I knew they would do it right.

The sermon was unusually good, coming from a blunt and humorous preacher. As our family got up to leave at the end of the service, I thought about the fact that I was glad for the circumstances surrounding my children’s first taste of alcohol. My husband was right. Their first sip would never be out of rebellion, but out of obedience. I had a lump in my throat as I looked at my husband and smiled.