Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Training Children in Quiet


It can be so easy to call to our children to tell them to do this or that. To have them change what they are doing or not by directing them by command or statement. But most excellent parents I know I don't hear these from them. It is almost imperceptible how they are directing their children. A look, a nod in one direction and the child goes off and does what is needed.
Did you know the best horse trainers you can almost never see them directing their horse. A nudge with a knee, a slight pull on the reigns and this animal knows where it is supposed to go. Now I am not saying our children should be trained like animals, far from it. But it this behavior can be trained in horses, than how much better are children can be in this area.
Now, the parents I spoke of did not get this way overnight. It took training when they were young and at home. I know other mothers who don't think children can sit in church. But I know it can be done. However, we don't practice at church, we practice first at home. I remember many times either my husband and I watching our younger children that we put in a row on the couch with a talking tape on and they practiced siting, and not squirming. But they were quite able to manage it. Even at a young age. We have also practiced blanket time and quiet time.
Right now we (or at least I) have a lot of quiet time in our home. Because I again have laryngitis. So I am practicing directing my children quietly. With most of them it is working well. We still have holdout but mama is more stubborn than he is so we will continue working at it. This is not just for my benefit, or the benefit of having a quieter home. Although with 10 people living here it is seldom quiet. Even soft voices multiplies by 10 is still noisy. This is for their benefit. Because if they can't hear mom's quiet voice, how will they hear God's. And that is the voice I want them to ultimately listen for and hear.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

What is your perspective?


I am in charge of my own perspective. Not my circumstances, my house, children, their actions or anything else. When I come into the dining room and see the "tent" my children have created and the "store " underneath with all the boxes, dishes and whatever else they found; I can think how creative they are and be thankful they have good imaginations or I can see a mess and tell them to quickly clean it up. I have been guilty of the later more than the former more often than I like to remember. It is very easy to see the mess that was just cleaned rather than the memories that were just created.

In the south theirs a saying" If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy." And isn't that the truth. We set the tone for our home. We are in charge of our attitudes and the atmosphere in our home. When we have a day when things don't go quite right we can choose to keep our attitude right in the midst of it. You can put on a happy face, a little lipstick won't hurt either. We are an example for our children in this. Do they see you rising above the circumstances of life or blaming them for all the things that aren't quite right. Our children are watching more than listening. Do you set a happy tone?
When I go through our day I need to look at the things and see the blessings that are in my daily life. The many meals I cook are because we have food to eat and dishes to wash. We sweep the floor often because we have a lot of feet rushing through the house. I am thankful I picked out flooring in the backporch to match the dirt color in the yard because although I love spring, in our yard it is also mud season. But it is also the season for my fronr yard to be filled with lovely crocuses.
By changing your own persective, who knows how many others you will influence?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Kids cooking and life in general

My two sons (11 & 12) were cooking supper and were making sloppy joes and baked beans. The 11 yo just wanted to dump it all together and get it done. The 12 yo replied "that's not the way you do it, you put the beans in this pan and add just a hint of bbq sauce." (He loves to cook.) But, my older daughter thought he might just be watching too much Martha Stewart with me.

Meanwhile, my 3 and 5 year olds were outside hungry. My 5yo daughter proceeded to make a "salad" for her brother out of grass and leaves. It must not have been to good because he came in quite indignantly and stated" SERENE CAN'T COOK!"

Life goes on at it's own pace whether we do or not. I have had a lot of health problems this summer starting with pneumonia and going from there. My children have been tremendous helps with all the extra chores and cooking that I have not been able to keep pace with. I had some pulmonary tests today with a possible solution to try and I actually have more energy today. One of the hardest things for me is pacing myself. I tend to flat out run until I can't and find that is no longer a possibility. So I have been pondering what God is teaching me and my family through this. Because even though I am the one who is ill, my family bares a lot of the brunt of the effects. I do not have the stamina so have had so I am having to be more careful in the choices I am making. Good, better, best has new meaning when you know that only is not only the best choice but physically possible. If I can only read for a little while without going hoarse, you can bet I am trying to choose the best book and not just a good one. I love to cook, and I love to make elaborate meals too but if I am too tired afterward to visit with my family and hold an intelligent conversation, a simpler meal is the best choice. Besides, all meals look fancy by candlelight. So, daily, hourly, I find myself seeking God for His best instead of my best and I think that is what I needed all along.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

What to do when sick- plan, plan, plan

I have been sick with pneumonia for over a week now. Worse yet, I have very little voice. I have an erasable board on which I write what is needed or needed to do. The only thing is, it is hard to be heard, so I was given a whistle. I need a Van Trapp family whistle though so each child could have a different sound. I think the children think it is a holiday when Mom can't talk. They have been very helpful bringing tea and books. But it is just not much fun and I am not getting much at all acomplished. So I am planning. I am planning a large cook when I am bettter. New chore charts and scheule for summer. I am reorganizing my kitchen in my head. Reorganing the living room, again. I did plan for the spring/summer sheers to be changed in the dining room and living room and they got done by someone else. But now I see I need to clean windows, again. I am writing a "Fun things to do this summer" list so it doesn't pass by so quickly and I not even notice. I have been rereading some good books while I am down. I wish I could read aloud to my children but I have a new list planned for when I can.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Fanny Crosby



LIVE IN THE MOMENT AND MAKE IT SO BEAUTIFUL THAT IT WILL BE WORTH REMEMBERING.


-Fanny Crosby

Last night we were delighted to be at mother/ daughter banquet that featured Fanny Crosby. ( Actually it was an impersonator, but she was very good.) It was wonderful to listen to "Aunt Fanny" (as she liked to call herself) and tell about her life, the poems and hymns she wrote, and to see what she might have been like. The thing that struck me the most though, was her joyful spirit and thankfulness. She lived a normal life, for then. She could identify the flowers and birds just by the sound or feel, at 4 or 5. I can't do that now with my sight. She learned to sew , crochet and knit as a child to help with household chores. I have been remiss in teaching my daughters. She was even happy, not just content with, but really happy that she lost her sight. Because she used her other senses more and was not "distracted" with the sights. How many things am I distracted with? But she was so joyful and thankful in all she did and had. She wrote poems about it. She spoke to others. She was outgoing for the Lord. She loved to hear how her hymns encouraged others and the stories that went with the songs she wrote. So I am purposing to be more thankful and joyful myself after her wonderful example