Welcome to Day 19 of Parenting Pointers
and Mommy Refreshers.
My heart longs to bless you this
month as I write 31 days filled with nuggets of parenting wisdom. Each one is followed by a refresher to help
you fix your eyes on Jesus and let your burdens go to Him. Sit with God in this moment. Find a place where you can breathe and hear
from Him.
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Today’s
Parenting Pointer
Curled Up with a Good Book
Spend a bit
of time with me and you’ll hear my philosophy about children being exposed to
too many screens. It’s not that screens
are bad. They provide such a wonderful opportunity
to access many things we otherwise could not.
But. There is a “but” in this …
we have to choose well, set healthy limits, and supervise access. Easier said than done – as it is so much
easier to plug something in and sit them in front of it when we want that
well-earned break.
All that
being said, I want to remind you of what you already know. Books are amazing. Open a book and you open a world. Lead a child to love reading and you spark
their imagination, their creativity while introducing them to the portal for
knowledge that has no limit in depth and breadth. We just never will run out of good books to
read.
My husband was
raised in a home with a bunch of readers.
They all loved books and would curl up in their separate corners of the
home with their respective novels. The
problem for him was that no one really read to him, so he didn’t develop a love
of reading. To him reading was a way
people put up walls. In my home, we read
together. My parents read me bedtime
stories, we read books together my whole childhood and we discussed what we
read together. In my home books were a
bridge.
I love reading. Love.
Here are
some of the benefits I have seen from reading to my children consistently at
all ages:
My children love to read.
This may seem obvious, but reading to my children has sparked
in them a desire to enter into books themselves. We love sitting together doing a “read-aloud”
(where I read and they listen). During
one season of my older son’s life, he sort-of lost his passion for
reading. I prayed God would revive that passion
and then I sought out other moms for lists of books their sons loved. Armed with this list and powered by prayer, I
started presenting books to my son again.
There have been days I wondered why I ever prayed that prayer – when my
son has his head stuck in a book and I have to call him two to three times just
to get his attention out from within those pages. Truthfully, this is a problem I am glad to
have.
Good books teach moral lessons.
I found this amazing book when my oldest was little called, “Books
that Build Character” which has a 60 page intro about why books are vital to character
development and how screen exposure is detrimental. Then the list of books with a synopsis for
each book, broken down by ages recommended and genre of the book follows. That book has been my go-to book list along
with sites such as Sonlight, Lamplighter, Beautiful Feet and the Newberry Awardsite. As we read through stories about
historical biographies or fiction or novels where the hero has to make a
decision to do what is right, my children internalize and solidify their own set
of values.
We share common stories and these become part of our story.
We love reading together.
We do read separately, but some of our favorite memories are the books
we have shared. We read together after
lunch and before bedtime as well as several other choice times in the
week. We read under the trees in the
back yard or all sprawled out on couches in the living room. We read in my bedroom – the boys snuggled
together in my bed while I am in my oversized green chair. It never ceases to amaze me how my boys will
refer back to a part of a story long after we have set it aside – as though we all lived
through that story together. “Hey, Mom,”
they say, “That reminds me of …” Shared
stories bind hearts together.
I get to practice all the accents I never use in real
life.
Ok, this may totally not apply to you. You may be one of those people who doesn’t
even enjoy reading aloud. But, for me
personally, I just love playing around with accents – French, British,
Japanese, Italian, Spanish, Southern, New York, Canadian, The Godfather … you name it. So, when we read stories, if they are set in
other places, I give characters an accent and I go with it. My boys love this part of my read-alouds {and
I do too}. Whether you make books come
alive with accents or you just tear up at the end of every book from Roll of
Thunder Hear My Cry to Charlotte’s Web {As my boys say, “We must be at the end of the book, Mom’s
starting to cry.”}, there will be something of you that you bring into reading to your children. They will take that
something with them their whole lives and cherish it as a part of what made
childhood special. When you read to your children, you aren't just giving them a story.
You are giving them yourself.
You are giving them yourself.
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Be
Refreshed
Not so Small
Do you ever
feel a bit small – like your life doesn’t amount to much and the day to day
events in your life are more hum-drum than amazing? Invisible measuring sticks reside in our
hearts and we use them to say to ourselves, “Insignificant.”
I have
struggled with this feeling on and off in my life – coupled with the feeling
that I want to do more, be more, make an impact, do something that
matters. Sometimes those feelings fuel
me into great efforts which have led to some big things happening. Sometimes they threaten to paralyze me as the
longing taunts me and makes me weary before I have even set out to accomplish
one thing.
What is
big? When I was a little girl, I remember
watching Sesame Street before it got all modern and trendy – you know, when the
kids didn’t comb their hair and everyone wore bell bottoms and scarves in their
hair because it was the 70’s. Anyway,
they used to have this song, “That’s about the size, that’s about the size, that’s about the size of it. That’s about the size, where you put your eyes, that’s about the size of it.” The
song taught about perspective. Things
appear smaller from far away. Get too
close and they seem almost indistinguishable because of the proximity. So it is with our perspective on our own
significance and what really matters in life.
I often (who
knows why) think of Nancy Reagan. I
remember her for something that most people may not. She was a completely devoted wife. In her life, she launched campaigns to help
stop addiction and provide treatment options to those stuck in chemical dependence. She did “big” things. As her husband, President Reagan, began to succumb
to the disease of Alzheimer’s he was less and less able to recognize her until
he finally did not know her at all.
Despite this, Nancy remained faithfully by his side day in and day out,
watching her beloved husband slip away.
She did a small thing.
Was it so small?
Was it so small?
Mother
Theresa {another hero of mine} said, “We can do no great things, only small
things with great love.” So it is. Jesus said, “So do not fear; you are more
valuable than many sparrows.” You are so
valuable to the God of the Universes … and those little things you do – like listening
to your husband when he comes home from work, sitting with your children while
they struggle through an assignment, tying a shoelace, cleaning around the
toilet, making a bed, calling a friend, saying a prayer for that request you
got in the email …” – may not be so little after all. In God’s economy whatever we do in Him, for
Him and with Him is great.
So take that
internal measuring stick and toss it out.
God doesn’t measure the way we do.
Do small
things with great love. You matter
big.
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I pray you found a breath of fresh
air here and a moment to reflect and recharge your battery. If you have missed any of this series, all
the posts can be found here. Come back
any or every day this month to get another Parenting Pointer and Mommy
Refresher. And, as always, I do love
hearing from you. Let me know how I can
pray for you or if something I wrote here touched you.
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