A kindness is like a flower that has bloomed upon you unawares, and to be on the watch for such flowers adds very much to our joy in other people, as well as to the happy sense of being loved and cared for. ~Charlotte Mason, Vol. 4, p.109
For all the books we’ve read to the kids, it seems mostly what comes out of our mouths as parents and what lives in the air about our home is what affects our children most.
The reason I know this is because I have seen my very own selfish attitudes come right back at me from little persons I know I have taught otherwise!
In light of the economic woes we see affecting so many, this is something worth considering.
Wives, Mothers… let us not pollute the atmosphere.
Wives – when there isn’t enough, do we make our husband feel worse than he already does by pointing out what all he doesn’t provide? Are we wise stewards or do we fall prey to impulse, adding to his burden? Are we needy and pestering around him when he is detached, trying to work out whatever it is he needs to work out, or do we give him space and find contentment in our own space? What are we teaching our daughters – future wives – by how we treat our spouse in the midst of difficulty? What are we teaching our sons – future husbands – about a man’s worth?
Mothers – when our children have to go without, do we shed tears for all they have not, or do we rejoice in the character God is forging in their souls? What are we teaching our children about our faith when we are fearful? What do we teach our children when we allow ourselves to lose control, complaining, worrying, raising the tone of our voices, reacting in anger? What of humility and receiving grace?
Let’s ‘be on the watch for such flowers’ – the soft pillow, the warm sunlight, the hug, the new seedling, the smile, God’s word, the poem, the story, the music, the truth, the grace we have just for today… there is so much, always.
Not being able to provide them with every good thing under the sun can weigh heavy on a good mother’s heart, I know. And yet, this is the time when it counts the most; it is a time of great opportunity in educating our children. Don’t miss it.
That he should take direction and inspiration from all the casual life about him, should make our poor words and ways the starting-point from which, and in the direction of which, he develops––this is a thought which makes the best of us hold our breath. There is no way of escape for parents; they must needs be as ‘inspirers’ to their children, because about them hangs, as its atmosphere about a planet the thought-environment of the child, from which he derives those enduring ideas which express themselves as a life-long ‘appetency’ towards things sordid or things lovely, things earthly or divine. ~Charlotte Mason, Vol. 2, p. 37
BEAUTIFUL post. Thanks for the reminder to be prayerful and careful and loving.
BEAUTIFUL post. Thanks for the reminder to be prayerful and careful and loving.
An excellent post, Naomi. Thanks for this reminder.
Many blessings,
Lisa
An excellent post, Naomi. Thanks for this reminder.
Many blessings,
Lisa
A great post and a wonderful reminder! Thank you so much and God bless!
A great post and a wonderful reminder! Thank you so much and God bless!
My parents went bankrupt when we were growing up and she produced miracles with the little we had. Years later, we were talking about Christmases past. She lamented the Christmas in which they had no money to buy us anything. She was sad about how awful it was. I asked her, "Which Christmas was that?" Because of the inexpensive, festive things we did as a family (advent calendar sent from our Oma in Germany, St. Nicholas' Day, singing carols around the advent wreath every Sunday, a Christmas eve service in our home), I could not tell which one it was. It was the year my mother recycled my youngest sister's coat and made a stuffed dog for me that looked like Clifford the Big Red Dog. She bought cheap indoor-outdoor carpet to make souls for slippers crocheted with the rainbow variegated yarn so popular in the mid 1970s: six pairs of slippers!!!!
My parents went bankrupt when we were growing up and she produced miracles with the little we had. Years later, we were talking about Christmases past. She lamented the Christmas in which they had no money to buy us anything. She was sad about how awful it was. I asked her, "Which Christmas was that?" Because of the inexpensive, festive things we did as a family (advent calendar sent from our Oma in Germany, St. Nicholas' Day, singing carols around the advent wreath every Sunday, a Christmas eve service in our home), I could not tell which one it was. It was the year my mother recycled my youngest sister's coat and made a stuffed dog for me that looked like Clifford the Big Red Dog. She bought cheap indoor-outdoor carpet to make souls for slippers crocheted with the rainbow variegated yarn so popular in the mid 1970s: six pairs of slippers!!!!
What wonderful, challenging words! Thank you so much for sharing!
What wonderful, challenging words! Thank you so much for sharing!
What sweet memories of things your mom did! Thanks for commenting 🙂
What sweet memories of things your mom did! Thanks for commenting 🙂
Yes, it's true that we should always be watching for those flowers. They are always there, because our Father is a good provider and He always takes care of us. We need to teach this to our children. Good reminder.
Yes, it's true that we should always be watching for those flowers. They are always there, because our Father is a good provider and He always takes care of us. We need to teach this to our children. Good reminder.