It’s come to my attention that I was a much better mother before I had my oldest. I had my act together for serious and I could diagnose any parenting mistake witnessed in Wal-Mart or Target in 30 seconds flat. Having nannied through college, I double majored in psychology and snobery….catch my drift? Then I actually became a mom and it went something like this:
Mothering kicked me so hard I needed an arm sling and fell asleep if I sat still for more than 5 minutes.
That turned into this:
1. Yes, he’s about to slap me in the face. He was about 18 months then and was a pro at open handed face slaps.
2. I’m wearing what appear to be layered mardi gras beads. Not sure how I thought that worked.
My tumultuous, “mountain top to valley to mountain top experience in 30 seconds flat” boy rocked our worlds and I’m so thankful he did. Because if he’d let me (or my husband) coast up there on our high horse for the last 4 years we’d be a nice looking and acting family, but underneath the pretty we’d be straight up bimbos. He brought us to our knees, which is a beautiful place. Humility drove me to devour every parenting book I could get my hands on and in the end, I found that the very best parenting book was the same one I’d been studying for years. His Word. I literally had no idea it could be applied to parenting. See what I mean about the bimbo part?! One book that was instrumental in this was Ginger Plowman’s “Don’t Make Me Count to 3″. A top 5 parenting book, in my humble opinion. If you’re local and want to borrow, I love to lend! Anyway…
On Palm Sunday I was sitting in church, soaking it all in. The reading was from Luke 23:13-23 and the last words hit me and I rolled them around in my brain and had to recopy them. “But with loud shouts they insistently demanded that he be crucified, and their shouts prevailed“. Their shouts prevailed, as shouts always do.
In our home, the loudest gets heard. In our culture, the shouts get our attention. Our culture is all about shouting. Status updates, Twitter, everything’s viral. So, I began to consider, which shouts are getting my attention?
I’m a self confessed moron most of the time. As I thought about all the shouts that are in my ears, I questioned whether I even give Jesus a chance to be heard. Was I giving my kids the chance to hear from Him? That still small voice is anything but a shout. He will shout if needed, but that’s generally not His style. I began thinking how little I listen.
Our family, over the course of this past year, has been on a “surrounded by scripture crusade”. It’s not like we lamely called it that or anything. We just recognized what was put into words for me on Sunday. It’s the shouts that prevail. We started implementing scripture into our parenting. Memorizing verses and catechism together as a family. Hanging scripture in our home. Singing them, praying them. Doing all we can to fight the shouts…
And I don’t mean these kinds of shouts. Although, they should be addressed as well.
I figured over the next week (or 5, depending on time and me being able to focus!) I would share some of the ideas and the resources we’ve been led to. None are of my invention. I have wise friends, books, classes and even Pinterest to thank for what I’ll share. I’m posting them in the hopes that they might be unique to someone and I would love for others to share what works in their home!
…It’s the shouts that prevail and we mamas need to ensure scripture is what is heard in our homes. Join me!