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Messes and Fun

Is it sad that I start a blog by saying I already forgot what I was writing about? Yeah. That’s me. I can’t remember anything anymore. I forgot COFFEE today, so now I’m out. Withdrawals will begin soon, followed by sobs, and finally me sending DH to Kroger to get more coffee. It’s a cycle. We’re used to it. He gets it. He gets me. Bless him.

Today, I’ve been trying desperately to teach square roots to my darling, dyslexic child who is so not ready. I wonder how much of school and “knowledge” is forced on our children? At this point we start them off in 2K. Two years old and they are expected to sit still and “learn” something. What happened to play? What happened to playing cards and board games? Reading stories? Playing hopscotch? I don’t have any insightful answers to these questions. I just know that things were a lot easier when we focused on HOW we taught our children rather than WHAT we taught them. Today, square roots are on the agenda. Will they be any less smart if they don’t get it today? Nope. Eventually they will get it. Maybe when they’re in college, but they WILL get it.

For all you moms out there who are waiting to get an acceptance letter from Harvard, Yale, or another prestigious school: more power to you. I mean no disrespect. I fully support my child in getting the best education he can, how and when he can. I also fully support my child’s desires to travel to world, to build robots, to be a trash man-if he so chooses. Honestly? We’re doing good to have on a pair of matching shoes, even if they are on the wrong feet. And for the 100th time, YES, I know they are on the wrong feet. Do I care? No. Why? Because he put his shoes on by himself. That, in itself, is a HUGE deal. I feel no need to correct which shoe is on which foot. He is learning by living. It’s called experience. It’s how we all use to learn. It’s how my kids will learn.

The most important thing I *can* teach my kids is to love the Lord with all their heart, to trust him, and to obey him. If I’ve done that, I truly consider my role as a mom fulfilled. If they can come to me with their problems, and know I will listen with respect, understanding, and love, then I think they are becoming well developed young men. If they don’t score well on that standardized test? I probably won’t even tell them. They are children. In this house, they will be treated as such. They have chores; they play outside; they fight; they cry; they are never perfect; but they KNOW they are loved.

As I sit here typing, I am watching them, through the window,  play “keep away.”  They are playing with the neighborhood children, and every so often, I see them race by the window….the littlest following closely, trying to keep up. I’m watching them through the window with filthy blinds. They don’t even need to be dusted–they need to be scrubbed! There is some type of drink on them mixed with fingerprints. Most moms have clean blinds….NOT! Most moms want you to think they have clean blinds, floors, shelves, couches, etc. They don’t. None of us have it all together. Most of us watch our children through smudges on the doors and windows, while the clothes and dishes pile up. It is okay. Childhood only lasts a few years, I’ve discovered. Before long, there will be no more smudges or fingerprints, no more playing “go fish” or Rummie, no more piles of dirty laundry, no more messes. Everyone will be grown and gone to college or married, or traveling. For now, we will have messes. Messes and fun.

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I am a child of God, first and foremost. Secondly I am a wife; very much ( and sometimes undeservingly) loved, by my husband Sam. And last, but most certainly not least, I am a mom to 3 beautiful boys: Mitchell, Andrew and Buddy. We homeschool, love family time, and enjoy helping others. I am also a doula. I love my work and love writing about it as well. I am very passionate about my beliefs, and my blogs tend to show that. Enjoy reading!

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