This is the time of year when churches hold their annual week of intense, kid-focused Bible study.
Children are on summer break, so churches can hold the sessions during the day. Or at night, like our church has done for many years, primarily to involve more members who have day jobs. And during the summer there’s no hurrying home to bathe and get to bed because there’s no school the next day.
The Bible is the textbook for the week, with emphasis on stories about Jesus’ life or Old Testament heroes.
I have learned a lot from my husband … said no wife ever.
My husband and I have been married for 25 years and still the hierarchy has to be explained to him. He has many attributes, but I would have to say two of his best are his vision and his consistency.
As a matter of fact, he has better than 20/20 vision. He has the exceptional ability to see everything that “didn’t get done today.” Actually he has the ability to see everything I didn’t get done today.
In a fit of desperation and exhaustion that only comes with attempting to force my stubborn daughter to do something she didn’t want to do, I bought a parenting book.
Now, I’m not normally one for self-help-type things. In the past, I looked down on that sort of thing, preferring to believe I could fix anything that was wrong with determination and my own brand of stubbornness.
And then I became a parent. And lo, it was hard. And then I became a parent again and lo, it was even harder.
I love to go to the beach. There’s something about the ocean that draws me: the sun, the cotton candy clouds draped across the blue sky, the white-capped waves that lap against expanses of sugary sand.
I suppose that’s because I grew up in south Florida, living by turns in North Miami Beach, Davie, Fort Lauderdale, Jensen Beach, Rio and Stuart. Lazy summer beach days meant we made a picnic lunch, grabbed bathing suits and beach towels and headed out.
As I peer out my kitchen window, I see a small rosebud peeking back at me from my rose garden. I started thinking one morning, soon this bud with the help of the sun, rich dirt, my husband’s watering and nurturing, will become a beautiful bloom. As Mother’s Day approached, I felt that my two children are my two blooms.
As a parent, I think it is my duty to attend to the nurturing of these two young minds.