Saturday, February 25, 2012

The Nails of Lent

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The Nails of Lent

Lenten sacrifices for children have been pretty varied in our home over the years. We've worked with them in order to give up candy, to do a chore every day, pray extra prayers and so forth. This year was no different, yet it brought real depth of how they are giving, and is going to make Easter that much more of a great celebration.

On Fat Tuesday we took a moment at dinner.

We began discussing what each child around the dinner table would sacrifice during these 40 days of Lent. My Thinker was creative in her choice; she decided to break a very difficult habit for her, 8 years in the making. She is determined to stop biting her nails.

I applauded her choice as it will force her to think before acting, and conquer a frequent habit of hers.  It will build her will power and confidence in her own ability to overcome such a long standing tendency.  Easter just might bring some nail polish as a great surprise for her efforts and long nails!

My Knight, Serious and Entertainer all have the same sacrifice this year. Being ages nine, eight and seven, we encouraged them in relinquishing their favorite snuggle blanket at bedtime, to be put into each of their baby bins, as a reminder of moving on through life's stages.

All three have become so attached to these nighttime snuggle aids, that they were sure they'd never fall asleep again! Determined to support their Lenten sacrifice, I assured them all, they would indeed fall asleep,.....blankie or no.

The past few days have been especially difficult for Entertainer, as she begged me to give her one more night with her tattered purple blankie. She remarked how she missed the smell of it, the feel of it on her cheek and the comfort it brought.

Her tears were quick as she begged for her blanket, and I nearly gave in. It was heart wrenching to see her suffer. But I knew she would mature and rise to this challenge. I asked her, "Honey, how hard do you think it was for Jesus to die on the cross?"

She said with a weak voice, "Yes, I know, very hard."

"Yes, so Jesus knows exactly how hard it is to let go of your baby blanket. And He loves how you are sacrificing this for Him.  Think of every day without your blanket is one more thorn you take from his crown of thorns, or perhaps a nail from his hand.”

She nodded quietly and walked away, wiping her tears.

I sat and thought.

So many of the Lenten sacrifices we make, even as adults can be so difficult, especially if it's something that we truly enjoy, or it brings a kind of comfort. These things in life aren't all bad, or bad for us, however, at times, we do start to depend on them.

It can begin a kind of reliance on these things so much that then, we can't live without them. And this is what I work to teach my children. Every now and again, it's good to give up those things we think we can't live without, even if it's simply to prove the point that it's possible. Sometimes, we need to prove it to ourselves, in order to try at other things in life, which seem impossible.

In a world that can fill every desire, that can suit every need instantly, Lent can become a time to learn not only patience, but self-denial. As parents we must take the time to explain these things, the 'why' of such a season of Lent, and just today I had this opportunity as my Knight came home after school with a slight conflict with another, younger boy.

My Knight explained how on a team sport, one of the players wasn't playing his position, leaving his designated spot for more aggressive action. When my Knight, the team captain, tried to correct this younger boy, and instruct him of his defensive role, this young boy made it clear he was going to do what he wanted to do, and that was that.

My Knight didn't understand, "Mom, how will we win if we don't work as a team?"

I know this young boy that my son had trouble with. He's a good kid, generally speaking, however lacking in team building skills, as well as friendship skills. "Honey, he is younger than you, you know, he hasn't learned how to play as a team. And sometimes, playing as a team, means a little self-denial. He'll learn that, give him time."

Lent can have a way to teach children many lessons......being less materialistic, less reliant on our comfort items, to rely on God, to pray more, to deny thy self...which can all translate in many life situations. But it does take time to teach the importance of these liturgical seasons so they, too can see, how learning these skills and virtues can help them in the long run. It builds a kind of conviction in them, and builds a kind of inner strength that the world could never give.

It builds a moral conviction, a depth. And this is what the world yearns for, even if people don't know it.   Real inner work to unit ourselves with God, during a time, such as Lent, brings us back to the real humanity we all are.  We recognize our weaknesses, our attachments, and our sin.  Once seeing ourselves for who we truly are, a real humility, we can then make practical steps to strengthen our resolve, to be better. 

So let us all, be the first examples to our children of real and lasting change this Lenten season.  May this Lent be truly fruitful for you, to have conquered what perhaps you thought impossible.

Just like my eleven year old daughter, seeing her own weakness, and working to correct herself for long, beautifully polished and painted fingernails, we too, can use the nails of Jesus’ suffering to be transformed!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Ash Wednesday

Remember that thou art dust, and to dust thou shalt return.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Yes, It Will Be Me - Best Random Moment

As Babe will turn four years old in a few short weeks, I have begun to discuss school with him, to gauge his interest level. 

Mom:  You know, honey, you will go to school too like the other kids do.

Babe:  But I don't know where to go.  Will you show me where?

Mom:  Yes, I'll show you where, and the teachers will be there to help you.

Babe:  I go with the little kids, right Mom?  The little ones?

Mom:  Yes, you will, but soon you will be a big kid.

Babe:  And you will pick me up after school?  Just like you do the big kids?

Mom:  Yes, honey.

Babe:  It will be you, right, Mom, you?

Mom:  Yes, It will be me. 

Oh, Lord, help us to see the security we bring, as mothers.  Thank you for this privilege to be this for them.  Help me to always have this kind of gratitude when giving the gift of availability.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

And The Winner Is.....

So, I meant to post this yesterday.....but we do have a winner of this recent book by Anthony DeStefano, "I Just Can't Take It Anymore!"

My little Babe picked a name out of the hat, and Barb, osf is our winner!!!  Barb, please send me a note with your mailing address and I'll get this book out to you!  Please use sahmatwork (at) gmail (dot) com.

Happy Saint Valentine's Day, sending out a lot of LOVE!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

I Just Can't Take It Anymore! Giveaway!

Anthony DeStefano contacted me in regards to a new book of his titled, "I Just Can't Take It Anymore!  Encouragement when life gets you down" and I tell you the timing of such a book, is truly God at work.  Lets face it, we all find ourselves, at times, wondering Why me?  And if we allow ourselves so much time and effort in the self-pity, we can quickly descend toward more serious issues of depression, isolation and sadness.

This little 'pick me up' book demonstrates via photos and small captions, some of our life's frustrations as well as joys in the effort to teach a little something along the way. 

This book highlights the questions we often have for God in our toughest moments and thinks through the reasons of why we suffer, and how God just might have a plan for us, in these exact times.  It brings a little levity when we are consumed by the negatives.  It brings a little truth to pull us out of our self doubt or pain, and allows us to laugh, and find not only humor, but a strategic way out of our funk. 

For a busy Mom, I'll tell you, that this easy read, including a hilarious photo gallery, allows us joy, when life gets the better of us.  It give us permission to not take life so seriously and remember the gifts and blessings that God has truly given us.

Check out more information:
At FoxNews:  http://video.foxnews.com/v/1429407849001/i-just-cant-take-it-anymore

Anthony DeStefano's site:  http://www.anthonydestefano.com/

Amazon to purchase the book

Now, I promised a giveaway.  Here's the rules:  You have until Monday the 13th to comment below.  I'll take your name, and let one of my kiddos pick out of a bowl the winner on Monday.  I'll contact you if you are the winner, so that I might attain your mailing address, and you'll receive this book, "I Just Can't Take It Anymore!" by Anthony DeStefano.

Let the giveaway begin!

**I receive no compensation for this review other than a free book.**

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Taking My Own Advice

How many times have I given advice to one of my children, specifically my daughters with the prayer and hope that I, too can take this bit of wisdom home to the depths of my own heart and live it to show an example first.

Alas, it's harder than it seems.  We have wisdom, yes, we know what we should do, and the why we should do it.  However, in weak moments, something takes us over, and we throw the logic and the good advice delivered on a daily basis out the window, and allow fear to take over.  We allow it.  It's simply a weakness of our will.

And the fact that it's fear, makes us all the more frustrated, when we know, intellectually, there is nothing to fear.  God is with us....goes before us....and only gives us what we can handle.  Is it fear that there will be failure?  Is it fear that we might succeed?  Fear of living truly a present and aware existence? Is it fear of work, where we are afraid of effort, time or the unknown of any given situation? 

My Thinker had an incident at school where, her embarrassment led her to tears and a quick exit out of the situation.  The incident truly didn't warrant tears, but her awareness of the spotlight was enough to touch her heart so deeply, that she couldn't contain her emotion. 

After school this day, she requested a private discussion with me to go over what had happened.  After hearing her through, I explained something I've been seeing quite clearly after these many months of working closely with a team of ladies. 

I told her a painful truth, one so hard to deliver to an idealistic eleven year old, who is used to our home of justice, fairness and love.  I told her, the world isn't perfect.  It isn't fair.  Things will happen that shouldn't, people will make mistakes, and you will feel a little pain from those mistakes.  It will happen again, and again in life. 

What makes you who you are, is HOW you deal with it.  What is your reaction, what is your response.  Do you collapse in sadness, rage on in anger?  Do you forgive?  Do you recognize your own weaknesses to then be more compassionate toward others?

Some women today, have daily extreme reactions to minor situations.  And these responses are truly extreme, from serious sadness to rage to extreme condemnation etc.  And these women, they aren't happy.  They are sad all the time.  They are angry every day.  Happiness for them is fleeting, and unpredictable.

I asked Thinker, what kind of life she wanted.  Sad?  Angry?  or Happy? 

Of course, she answered, "Happy." 

And I knew what to tell her.  It's up to you and how you handle these exact kind of situations that will determine your own happiness.  Yes, personalities will factor into the equation, however the measure of maturity and trust in God's gifts, will ultimately determine how happy your life will be, every single day.

People will make mistakes, and we'll be affected.  We are human, we feel.  However, we have room to grow.  It's our own weakness to be affected by minor afflictions, and allow them to take us over.  We become consumed with ourselves, and refuse to see that God has a hand in it all.  It's so hard for us to not finger point at someone else.  They shouldn't have done it.  Okay, maybe, maybe not.  When, oh, when do we take some accountability for how we handled ourselves in any given situation?

We refuse to believe in these difficult moments that God allowed it for us....so we might learn from it....so we might be a more useful instrument for Him.  The more we react in extreme ways, the more we show our own egotism and pride, that our intentions in every detail aren't meant to please God, they are meant to please ourselves.  And with this intention, self-serving, we will always be unhappy.

If we elevate our actions to doing all out of love for God, and to please God, then it's not about us anymore.  No matter what happens, the result of anything, will be God's to own, not ours to boast on or feel guilty about or embarrassed by.

And I have come to believe, that in the end, considering the time/eternity that God is master of, that he isn't as concerned with results, as much, as He wonders if we did things with the purest of intentions.  Did we act, in big details and small ones, with the proper 'why'....which is and always should be, to please God, because we love God, and because He loves us.

Lord, thank you for the time I am able to give my children to discuss what happiness in life can look like and how to attain it.  Help me to be their first example of trust, faith and living a life based solely on the great virtue of purity of intent.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Flu Bug

Blogging has taken a back seat to laundry, temperature taking and overall sleep deprivation. 

Now I can say with all authenticity to mothers of newborns, I feel your pain.  As I walk around in a daze, a fog of sleeplessness, I have lost touch with the details of my ordinary day.  I can't remember if I did this or took care of that.  I sit, stroke her hair and mentally speak with God about this child and every single one under my roof. 

Lord keep them well, not only for my sanity but for the rest of those living in this house, have mercy on us all.

I want to sit and appreciate chunks of time, as children waft in and out of sleep.  I realize, this is truly where I belong, here and no where else. This is where I am needed the most, this is where I am complete, in service to those around me, those needing their mother, desiring that kiss, that tuck with the blanket and the reassurance, that this too shall pass.

No one can give comfort like a mother.  No one can look deep into their pleading eyes, and bring a peace like I can for them.  That is the gift I have, simply being their Mom.  And with this gift, is that responsibility not to shirk this God given role of comforter. 

Thank you Lord, for giving me arms to hold these little ones, to comfort and care for them, like no one else can.  Thank you for this privilege, showing me how loving is a gift we can give, and how it can be magnified into something larger than ourselves when it's done in the most difficult of moments.