My friend told me their little girl is getting spoiled being an only child. Having two changes that -- no longer am I at Sara's beck and call. She just has to deal with life not going the way she wants because I don't have the energy. It has changed my attitude. The last time she lost her stuffed dogs we searched the house looking for them -- now I tell her after we look for a few minutes, "they will turn up." That's life -- deal with it.
Today Sara was building a cross out of legos and telling her lego people that it is sad that Jesus died on the cross. "God never sins," she told them. "That's what God's for."
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When I was four years old, I drew scribble people. Later,
embarrassed by my artistic immaturity, I drew over the art with proper circles. Yes, people are made of circles and sticks. However, my mother encouraged me to leave my drawings alone, "That was where you were then. You will want to look back at them someday and see how you've grown."
I've matured in my faith, too. At a young age, I had a
simple understanding of God. I loved Jesus, and understood he was God's son and that He died for me. When I was a teenager, I personalized that faith. In college, I thought Christians should have a radical love for God and their neighbors and I wanted to be radical. Now, I am mom to Sara (age 5 1/2) and Isaac (age 2 1/2) and am married to Todd. Our family is facing my husband's diagnosis of ALS. He was diagnosed June 11, 2010.
My faith continues to grow and my perspective changes, but I delight in looking back as life continues forward. I appreciate my simple faith as a child, my zeal as a young adult, and how becoming a mom has grown me. As we face a terminal diagnosis, I have had a major perspective shift.
I watch faith grow in the lives of my children as they pray at the dinner table and ask so many questions. At three, Sara rubbed a cross on the wall of a mausoleum and asked, "Is this where Jesus died?" And I watch them draw scribbles, then circles and sticks.
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I like how you incorporate God into your day and parenting philsophies, Kristin.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite past times, now that I'm a mom, is contemplating how my family's experiences fit into God's plan of redemption. Elia is in the throes of the terrible twos. God makes it very clear to me that she needs His salvation and grace. "Sorry Mommy." True joy through reconciliation and forgiveness. I am fueled by these insights throughout the week.
However, teaching Elia about God is challenging for me. She understands tangible things. "God made you, Elia. He made your beautiful eyes, ears, and mouth. He made Mommy and Daddy." That is tangible, but she doesn't even understand that yet. "Who made you, Elia?" "Daddy!" As an introvert, it takes very intentional effort to verbalize things of God. And it's even harder to formulate it in a way that a two-year-old might grasp.
But reading your post about three-year-old Sara gives me hope that Elia will grow in understanding very quickly. And I need to continue to talk about God outloud, while I treasure Him in my heart. :)