Monday, March 26, 2012

Privilege

After writing the recent post Raising the Next Generation of Encouragers, I suddenly remembered a post I had started more than half a year ago but never finished! I decided that it was high time that I finish it!

The post has to do with 'privilege.' I had looked up the word in our dictionary, partly because I never can spell the word right the first time (priviledge...privelege...priveledge...), and partly to see how it was defined. Here is what the dictionary read:

a right or immunity granted as a peculiar benefit, advantage, or favor

When it comes to raising children, one doesn't hear the word 'privilege' very often. The word I am hearing more and more often is 'entitlement'. The generation coming up wants their i-pods, i-pads, cell phones, educations, jobs, and room and board handed to them on a silver plate. Now, this may be because I'm living in the United States, in a suburb of San Francisco, where the cross section of the population includes upper-middle class families. Life in the midwest may be very different. But I do believe that the media is also playing a part; there is a subtle but strong message in TV, movies, and music today that young people should get exactly what they want. (to read more about the role media plays, go to Passing on Your Narrative)

But many years ago, when I was a fledgling mom, I heard a wise mother share this thought: Teach your children about privilege. Most people think of a privilege as something special, something out of the ordinary, something beyond the everyday. Teach your children that the everyday is the privilege, because everything comes from God. Living in a safe neighborhood is a privilege. Eating three, good meals a day is a privilege. Going to school, having toys, feeling warm... if you are reading my blog, you are already among the richest 1% in the world!

Now, where I apply this thought most often when I parent is with words and siblings. When I hear a child speak unkindly, I remind them that speaking to a person is a privilege; God gave us a voice and words to encourage and love. If it's an issue that needs disciplinary action, then the child gets a silent time-out (loss of his privilege.) It's the same when siblings fight. I remind them that having a brother or sister is an amazing gift, and if they abuse the gift, they cannot play with each other for a certain amount of time.

It's a simple concept, but a good foundation for teaching about thankfulness, stewardship, and compassion. And it's a good reminder for all of us, that life in itself is a privilege, and that Christ Himself is our privilege. As the celebration of Easter approaches, let us keep this in mind.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Perfectionism vs. Perfection

"It's not about being perfect, it's about being better."

I'm a perfectionist by nature. I don't do anything unless it's worth doing. Then I jump in 110%. For me, if it's not a success, then it's a failure. "Do or do not, there is no try." That's me.

Unfortunately, that attitude creeps into my spiritual life. I beat myself up if I lose my patience after vowing to be more patient, or missing a day of reading the Bible after a new resolution to read the Bible everyday. I wonder why my heart still wanders away from God and towards the World. I get discouraged, and I want to give up.

But, I am reminded, "It's not about being perfect, it's about being better."

That is what my pastor said today. Ups and downs are normal. As long as there are signs of growth, I am better than I was, when I didn't know Christ. As long as I am bearing fruit, the fruits of the Spirit, no matter how small they may be, I am better than I was. As long as I allow my heart to be soft and continue to grow in my understanding of God, I am better than I was. As long as I stay humble, and stop trying to attain goodness on my own strength, I am better than I was. It is not about 'being good' and checking off a list. God is refining me, polishing me, pruning me, removing sin (like perfectionism) from my life. Only through Him will I someday be... truly, truly be... perfect.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Raising the Next Generation of Encouragers

I overheard my children playing the other day. Sometimes I hear them say nasty things to each other, or get overly competitive, but that day, I heard my oldest say to a younger sibling, "That's very good. You're doing a good job. Now try to stack this one over here."

My heart melted. My eight-year-old was encouraging! Instead of a typical response like "Don't mess with my stuff!" or "Mine's better than yours" (which I do hear every now and then), my son was teaching, sharing, and praising.

It made me feel better about myself as a mom. For all my bad role-modeling, I'm glad to see that the good role-modeling is sticking. And I never (and I emphasize the never) allow my children to put each other down. TV and movies make it seem like a normal part of growing up, but I don't buy that. The home is a training ground, and if my children cannot be encouraging and loving to even those around them every day, how are they going to go out into the world and love their neighbors? 

Thursday, March 15, 2012

New Places to Explore

As some of you already know, I'm always up for a field trip! I've been more housebound since having the baby, but spring is calling me out-of-doors again. I can't wait to visit favorite haunts, and discover new treasures. Here are four local wonderlands to explore with your family this spring!

The first is Filoli, a historic family estate that was donated for preservation and educational purposes. The mansion is a museum showing antique, original furnishings and the gardens are spectacular! Filoli is a working garden and orchard (some plants are for sale and fruit that is grown is donated to food banks) and offers many classes on painting and flower arranging. Painters are encouraged! Filoli is located off  highway 92 before you head over the hills into Half Moon Bay. Passes for adults are $15, and for children are $5 for age 5 and up. They also offer an annual membership. Go to www.filoli.org for more information.


Another fun place is the California Academy of Sciences in Golden Gate Park. The only negative is driving to San Francisco (no way around it) and paying for parking too. But I mention it because they offer a discounted price on Homeschool Day. The last time I went, it wasn't too crowded and the kids had a blast. This year's homeschool day is on April 17th, 9:30am-5pm. Find out more at California Academy of Sciences Homeschool Day

I have to mention here, just in case you didn't know, that Oakland has a zoo that's perfect for an outing with younger children. Unlike the San Francisco Zoo, this one is smaller and manageable for a day (or half-a-day) trip. I do suggest buying the annual pass. The cost for a admission for a family and parking adds up to almost the same price. The zoo is right off highway 580. Visit there website here: http://www.oaklandzoo.org/


And now, for my newest discovery... [drum roll]... Alviso Adobe Community Park! I couldn't believe this park was so near my church and yet I had not heard of it until now!

The site was once a ranch and dairy, and you can walk through the old buildings, learn about native plants and how the Early Americans used them, and milk a (fake) cow. It's a bustling place on Saturdays! Because it's a park, it's free. Here's the site: Alviso Adobe Community Park



If you know of a good place to go with kids in the Bay Area, please share with me! I hope to post more!

Monday, March 12, 2012

Don't Let Me Rant

I had an experience on the phone today that started with a telemarketer trying to sell me something I didn't need and ended with her suggesting that we call my husband on his cell phone while he's at work.


My fingers were itching to write about it on my blog. I was going to rant and rage about how  technology is misused, how boundaries are crossed, how... oops, there I go again. 


No, I had told myself, never ever ever use your blog for ranting. It is for encouraging, teaching, and sharing. It is for building up, not tearing down. So if you want the rest of the story about the telemarketer, too bad, you're not going to get it here.


And if you ever catch me ranting on this blog, scold me!

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Giving It Up

It's hard to give things up.

You're probably thinking about how you gave up Facebook for Lent, or refrained from chocolate cake last night, but I'm talking about really giving something up.

I'm talking about Abraham preparing to kill his only son Isaac, Esther putting her life at risk to face the king, the widow who offered two copper coins, the last of all she had.

Did they sleep the night before?
Did their hearts beat a hundred times a minute until they almost broke?
I imagine that the widow didn't waltz into the temple and drop her coins into the temple offering like a little girl in Sunday School.
No, she walked slowly, hesitating a few times before reaching the temple treasury with the coins in her fist. With all her will, she released her grip and dropped the coins into the collection plate or box. And maybe she wept all the way home because she didn't know where her next meal was coming from.

The word is sacrifice.

In the Old Testament, the Israelites sacrificed animals to temporarily cleanse them of their sins. In the New Testament, Jesus became the ultimate sacrifice. Sacrifice draws us close to God once more. It means stripping away the things that are barring us from God.

I remember three sacrifices I've made for God: breaking up with a man whom I thought I was going to marry, working through fear to become a youth group leader and eventually high school and junior high teacher, and moving out of our home when my husband was unemployed.

I spent nights crying, reevaluating, looking for a way around it. Then I finally surrendered, just to spend more nights crying. Deciding to make the sacrifice didn't mean it was over. There was the pain of going through with it. My heart felt shattered, so shattered that I was sure it would never heal.

But giving something up does not mean you're abandoning it. When you give it up, you are "giving it up." You are handing it over to God, allowing him to take care of it for you. God says, "Lean on me instead of this. I will turn it into something beautiful."

And He has. I have three stories proving so.


(I dedicate this post to my dear friend Fern. I love you.)