more thoughts on reading: getting started

As some follow-up thoughts on reading to your kids, I thought I’d post a link to this entry, wherein I discuss some of the things that have helped us to establish reading as a valued tradition. Because you know what? It takes work and a plan. Some babies are born with an insatiable appetite for page-turning. Others, not so much. Or not at all. Too bad! Ha!

Maybe you’re a little lost on which books to buy. I know. There are so many!

First, ask a friend. Ask me! I’ve got lots of favorites. So does my sister.

Second, keep tabs on your favorite book lists. I am constantly going back to Five-In-A-Row’s lists. I’ve never used their curriculum, but I agree with their ideas of good books. So I trust them.

I also trust this list.

Once you’ve found your titles, either borrow it from the library (aren’t you glad for the internet and inter-library loans? Wow!), or consider buying used — either from amazon or Abe Books. Sometimes it’s the only way to find the really good titles, since they’re not all in print. But it’s also a good way to turn what would be a massive gift investment (4 kids x $16/a book = holy cow!) into a very affordable one.

And then get ready to read! Get a basket or a special sort of out-in-the-open display, and model for your kids that you love to read those pages!

I’ll leave you with links to the three books currently being read by Beatrice on the floor at my feet:

The Complete Tales of Winnie-the-Pooh

How I Became a Pirate

Mary Engelbreit’s Nursery Tales

Happy Reading!

first things first

The other night, as candlelight flickered on the faces of tired but eager young mothers, my mama reminded us of this passage:

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength. And these words which I command you today shall be in your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates. –Deuteronomy 6.5-9

That’s all, she said. What do they need? Not Algebra 2. Not soccer. Not foreign language. Teach them about God.

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I needed to hear that. Sometimes, when I’m doing my best at teaching diligently, it seems so…silly. Little children, zoning out. Not sitting still. Me, trying my best. Wondering if they even understand. And sometimes, when I’m doing my best to “talk of them” during the day, a nagging worry whispers, “They’re not listening. They don’t care. Talk about something more interesting.”

But no. I will be diligent. I will be bold. I will teach them about God.

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The next morning, early sun illuminates those words as my Bible lies open on the kitchen table. I read again.

“You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart…”

So few verses addressed specifically to parents. No chapters detailing which TV shows to allow, or what age is the right age for an iPod. We may wish for that on some days, but what He gives us is far better. Two things:

Teach and talk about the Lord and His ways, yes. But first?

Love Him. With all of your heart. Completely, passionately, eternally.

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Listen.

Let’s love Him. For us. For them.

For Him.

foundation

Proverbs 14:1 says something that I need to hear regularly:

The wise woman builds her house,
But the foolish pulls it down with her hands.

Of course, this isn’t This Old House, and I’m not about to give anyone any tips on construction. There’s a scary thought!

No, this is about people, family, home. It’s about building lives.

Tonight, I read that verse again, and I’m struck by the fact that there’s constructive and there’s destructive — but there’s no neutral. Every single day, I am either building or tearing. Period. There’s no, “Eh, I don’t feel like going into work today,” option.

It’s a serious calling.

So, here we are, building this proverbial house, as mothers of young children. Guess what house building begins with? A foundation.

These first early years are all about the foundation — and boy, doesn’t it feel like it! There are plenty of days when I’m tempted to think, “Hey, for some funny reason I feel like there’s not much house-erection happening.” Or, “Wow, this feels about as productive as digging a hole in the ground and then filling it with rocks!” Maybe you’ve been there, too. You know. “When do we get to the pretty part??”

Not yet.

It’s time for digging.

We need to have a vision for these particular days of tender hearts. Wide open eyes. Minds full of wonder. These years that, when seen day by day, can seem so small and mundane — they have the potential to be life-changing. Here are these little lives, placed in our stewardship, and for a fleeting season, they are yet young. It’s time to dig.

It would be easy to discount sleepless nights and pb&j and favorite stories read for the thousandth time and have-I-taken-a-shower-today and holy cannoli. How did I get that far behind in laundry??… It would be easy to lose our way and begin to doubt the importance and meaning of such days.

Don’t doubt. Don’t. Yes, it’s dirt and rocks when viewed up close, but really? Really, it’s a deep, firm foundation.

It would be easy to go into auto-pilot. It would be easy to think, Later. I’ll do the real spiritual stuff later.

Don’t. Don’t miss it. This is it. We’ve got a house to build, and it’s foundation time.

Yes, we’re sinking rocks into holes. We’re seeds dying in the ground.

But when we live these small days as an offering to the Lord, with an eye to eternity, and with hearts eager to impart the gospel and our lives to our children, the Master Builder turns what seemed to be nothing into something.

I know. I was the 4 year old who saw Jesus in my mom’s smile, my dad’s worship. I fell in love with Jesus because I saw Him in them.

So don’t grow weary. Don’t try to skip it. Dig deep. Die completely.

He’s got a house in mind.


My beautiful mama, about to begin a long season of foundation laying.

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Related posts:

1. Hazy Days
2. The Lens of the Word
3. The Word + Being a Mama

toddler toes and thanks

Beatrice is not supposed to touch my phone. But sometimes she does. And sometimes I find her photography, and it is ridiculously cute:

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Other cute things in my day have included a baby, drifting to sleep…

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…a toddler, beyond excited about watching Mother Goose…

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…an oldest son writing a worship song…

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…and a baby who burst into smiles the minute I glanced her way.

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And all that before noon! Not to mention the breath taking beauty of autumn’s brilliance-and-shadows interplay out my windows.

There’s nothing adorable about my laundry pile (which I just conquered! And it’s back again!), or the frustrating mole hills in our yard, or so many other things. There are children to train and my own attitude to rule, wars in the spirit to wage, and hardships to endure.

But there is a “Rejoice always” that I so long to learn. I want to leave the fragrance of joy and thanksgiving wherever I go.

And taking a minute to enjoy those little toddler feet? That certainly helps.

the word + being a mama

The revealed mind of God needs to inform how we think, act toward, and value our children — and all children!

It also needs to be what shapes our ideas about mothering.

Being a Jesus-loving mom in current western culture isn’t easy. On one side, we’ve got boos and hisses from a post-feminism world that degrades mothers as a waste and sees children as the ultimate inconvenience. In that environment, being wiling to live boldly and find fulfillment in a life of sacrifice can be daunting.

But equally as dangerous is what we have on the other side: the current Mommyhood culture. In many places, it’s actually pretty popular to be a mom. It’s even hip to be a homemaker. Think mommy blogs. Decorating blogs. Pinterest. To the extent that homemaker and mom means trendy decor, fashionable kids, organic food, and broad educational choices, it’s popular. But it’s a ploy. It’s the old Good getting in the way of Best. Yes, make your home, dress your children in clean clothes, feed them healthy food, cultivate their hearts — but all in light of raising world changers, aliens in a foreign land, men and women who will live like this world is not their home!

We’re continually inundated with images and ideas of what being a good mom looks like. Maybe you know all too well what those images look like, and you fail miserably at toeing the line. I’ve got good news: His yoke is far easier and more gracious than the demands of our culture. Or maybe you’ve looked at all these women running ragged trying to get more spinach into our menus and thought, “Wow. LAME. This mom thing is just lame.” I’ve got good news for you, too: His call is far more demanding, inspiring, and impacting than any goals we could ever concoct.

Once again, there is the need to be constantly allowing the Word of God to be our compass and our vision.

But we proved to be gentle among you, as a nursing mother tenderly cares for her own children. Having so fond an affection for you, we were well-pleased to impart to you not only the gospel of God but also our own lives, because you had become very dear to us. –1 Thess 2:7-8

That is one of my favorite passages regarding motherhood, especially as I care for young children. It gets right to the heart of the matter: being a mother is about laying your life down for someone else! Here we see a picture painted of a woman who is gentle, who is tender in her care. (I think most of us have the capacity to give and do quite a bit, but do we give and do tenderly?) She is a mother who shows fond affection. Most of all, she is a mother who tells her children about Jesus and then gives them her life as an example of His love.

Now, as I nurture and care for and show affection for my children, I will often utilize gifts of homemaking and organization and cozy decorating. I will dress them in clean clothes that communicate my love. I will take my job as cook and family nutritionist seriously. I will be diligent to see their hearts and talents developed. But not because those things are the sum total of motherhood. And not for my own praise and sense of achievement (how quickly our efforts can turn to our own selfish ambitions!) As I continually allow Jesus to be my vision, those things simply become tools in my toolbox — and my ultimate goal becomes so much greater: To lay down my life for these children, that they may know and be strengthened in Christ.


My own dear Mama, who is continually being a nurturing mother, with no plans to ever stop.

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Related posts:

1. Hazy Days
2. The Lens of the Word

the lens of the Word

Thoughts on getting a vision for the little years:

There are all sorts of ideas out there about mothering, children, life’s purpose, and all that. But you know what all those things have in common? God. He is the author of them. Motherhood was His design, children are His creation, and purpose was in His mind before the foundations of the world. So doesn’t it make sense to find out what His ideas are?

I want to see this life, this season, this moment through the lens of the Word. And I’m praying that the smudges and fingerprints of carnal thinking and worldly tradition will be wiped away, allowing a clearer view of Him and His desire for me. I need to know: What does God say and think about children? Knowing His thoughts, meditating on them, allowing them to change my heart — that gives vision on a foggy day.

So what does the Bible say about children?

Lots!

But an overriding theme? They are given as a blessing. Not a gag gift. Not a jokes-on-you, sleight of hand. A blessing. From God.

They are miracles, not the sum of a biological equation. They are people of beauty, destiny, and purpose:

For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;
Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
And in Your book were all written
The days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was not one of them. (Psalm 139)

Perhaps most gripping? They are worth the blood of Jesus. And they need it. We probably won’t read that in any popular magazines, but it is the most important truth of all: our children are sinners who need a Savior. Children aren’t just special because babies are cute, toddlers are precious, and they all grow too fast. No, they’re special because they are people who need to hear about Jesus and His saving grace. We need to hear the Lord asking, in regard to our children, “Who will go?” And it is our privilege to answer, “Send me!”

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And so we meditate on these truths, allow them to change our hearts — and our vision becomes clearer.

We are stewarding precious gifts.