Sometimes I wonder if Christianity has shrunken the magnificence of the Holy Spirit’s appearance at Jesus baptism in our neat (but lovely) pictures of doves. I have wondered if the phrase ‘like a dove’ means with the gracefulness and lightness of its movement in flight – rather than the physical form of an actual dove… Luke does say ‘bodily form’, but the event was ASTOUNDING and this picture made me think of these verses…
Continue reading “Like a dove”The preciousness of Mousey
When Lauren (our oldest daughter) was about 4 we went on a camp for kids aged 6-16 as helpers. Her ever-loved and slightly tatty “Mousey” went with us. One hot summers day – it got lost. The preciousness of Mousey dictated that Lauren’s days steps be retraced (multiple times) and that the entire campsite be searched.
Continue reading “The preciousness of Mousey”Blind or open eyes?
Have you ever had the experience of having to explain the obvious to someone who just can’t/wont see it? I’ve had two in recent weeks. Both head-bangers. The first was explaining something to someone in writing- that they and I both had copies of – yet refused to concede that I’d done so. Crazy making.
Continue reading “Blind or open eyes?”The mind and heart of a babe
I first recognized that a baby knows it has a spirit when watching our first little one be fascinated by her hands as they floated by her face at just a few months of age. These foreign objects? What are they? Where did they come from? What are they to do with me? KNOWING the true ‘me’ is inside.
Continue reading “The mind and heart of a babe”40 something
I have a speculation regarding the number 40 in the New Testament… My speculation is this.
Continue reading “40 something”Age appropriate privileges
Someone posted in another group a few days ago, an excellent question about balancing age privileges/freedoms for kids so here’s some thoughts of mine.
Continue reading “Age appropriate privileges”Mother guilt
There was a post in a group for big families about “mother guilt”… I wrote this post there but thought I’d share it here too as I think it applies no matter whether we have 1 child or 13…
When we had our 6th I spoke to our obstetrician who was an older father of 6 and said “how can we be sure we will be able to give each of our kids what they really need from us?”. He put his pen down and leaned back in his chair smiling and slightly shaking his head… I KNEW he understood my question. I don’t remember everything he said but one of the things was that not everything our kids need has to come from US as their parents. That slightly discomforted me because in essence I really WANTED to be the sun in our kids worlds… (another issue to work on) but the very next morning as I went to wake kids for school, there was the 3 yo in bed with the 7 yo being read a story. And I understood what the Dr had said – and was happy about it.
His other answers would have been from the perspective of an older parent along the lines of… our kids (like us) have their whole lives to fill. To learn, to grow, to experience. We don’t need to pack it all into their childhoods. And not everything we want to give are the same as what they actually NEED…
And to that I would now add:
– concentrate on what they need, not on what we want, or even on what we think they want – and we will find MUCH less to feel guilty about. Love, safety, security – our best to deliver a whole and rounded life… these are their true needs…
– recognise the difference between guilt and grief. Guilt implies that there is something we could have or should have done differently. Guilt implies wrongdoing or harm caused. If something is true guilt – we can usually do something about it… change the scenario, apologise, restore with he person we harmed… But no child is harmed by lack of luxury and these are so often the things we feel ‘guilty’ over.
– Looking back there’s not a lot I feel *guilty of (have tried to keep short records with our kids – not because I’ve done it all perfectly – and still talking to them about things now they’re nearly all grown up), but there are a number of things I feel a measure of ‘grief’ over. Sadness for a few of life’s ‘optionals’ that we just couldn’t do because of time or money or prioritization restraints… and that’s OK. Guilt is debilitating – particularly false guilt . Its like continually feeling compelled to run into a rock wall as though you should be able to run through it when you cannot. Grief or sadness IS still sad, its a statement of how it is, but it doesn’t bruise OR abuse us in the same way.
– every single family, big or small has its own set of restrictions. We live much more content and peacefully when we accept whatever our OWN sets of restrictions and benefits are.
PS Date: 18 June 2020
My understanding of the way I mothered has grown over the last 6 years since writing this and apart from rewriting the whole thing – just want to add a couple of things.
Guilt is something Jesus paid to take off my shoulders so in the last 6 years as I’ve come to understand some things differently, I have indeed had washes and waves come over me as I see things I wish I’d done different if only I’d understood then. The stunning thing about His love though is that even while the retrospective realisations are true – He also takes the these burdens off me as I turn each of those things… and the kids themselves with all the results and effects to Him for His care. I’ve known some fresher sorrows, but He calls me to trust Him.
How we are heard
Perspectives and misunderstandings are fascinating. I used to say regularly at bedtime to one of our boys when they were little “I love you to bits”. One night he looked so sad so I paused at his door and he said “Mummy, why do you only love me two bits?” It’s not just what we say, it’s how we get heard, and how we get heard depends only partially on what we say.
Healing
Today was such a conglomeration of sights and thoughts… one tangent I found myself on took place after I dropped my Dad and Mum at the hospital (Dad is having surgery) was on healing.
I went off thinking how awful it would be if our bodies NEVER healed. If we got sick and stayed sick and if we got cut or bruised and never repaired. We’d all truly look like zombies. A speckled zombie in my case since I had measles AND chicken pox as a kid.
Not in fact a morbid line of thought as I was thinking on the Psalm 103 where it is talking about the Lord “who heals all your diseases”. While it’s not quite the intent of the verse, it led me to be thoughtful and grateful for the fact that in so many cases our bodies are made to heal.
We recover from wounds, both cuts and bones knit back together and headaches go away. NO not in every case, and yes we age and the healing gets slower till we all don’t heal of SOMEthing… but at every moment of every day, every one of us are healing and repairing from a variety of things, all without our own effort or decision.
Amazing. Multiple miracles happening inside every person.