Sunday, November 16, 2014

It's for you.

If someone held a gun to your head and said, "Today you make a choice. Your kids or your phone? What's it gonna be?" The answer is obvious, right? Your kids, of course. That's a no brainer. Exactly. So, if the answer comes to us so quickly, then why does it always seem like I am choosing my phone over my kids? 

"Mom, can you come here for a second?"
Hang on, I'm reading something.

"Mama, look at my tower"
That's awesome, Buddy. (Though, apparently not awesome enough for me to actually look at it). 

Even the baby isn't spared. I got frustrated the other night because the light from my phone was keeping her awake. Seriously? I have this awesome example of God's handiwork laying here right beside me and I'm bummed that I can't finish reading this recipe? 

That was a real wake up call for me. I honestly felt like I heard God's voice. Do you choose your phone or do you choose your kids? Your kids will never be this small again. You will never get this day again to love them, to learn about them, to watch them grow. One day he won't need to call you with homework questions. One day, he will give up those Lego towers. One day, she will not need the sound of your heartbeat to fall asleep. But, guess what, the World Wide Web will still be there. 

Most of your Facebook friends will probably not be willing to care for you in your old age. Pinterest will probably never call you and excitedly share the details of their latest adventure. Instagram will probably never send you flowers on your birthday. But, your kids just might. Stop and think, my friends, where are we investing our time? 

If someone held a gun to your head and said, Today, you make a choice...

Monday, September 1, 2014

A charge to Teachers...

Here we are, the last day of Summer vacation. Tomorrow looms ahead, filled with visions of notebooks, freshly sharpened pencils and Mickey Mouse lunch boxes. They will never again be quite as ready as they are on that first day. They will never again be quite as anxious. A lot will be spoken over the weeks to come about what is expected of them as students, and what is expected of us, as parents. But, allow me for just a moment to share with you what I expect of you, as teachers.

I expect you to be kind. You are dealing with my most-prized possessions. They will have an enormous amount of respect for you, just for the role you fill in their small lives. Please, remember that, and know that you are shaping their very person. Be slow to shout and quick to hug. (P.S. I could probably use a little of this advice, myself. Duly noted).

I expect you to be excited. Fire is contagious. If you possess the knowledge that learning can be fun, why not pass it along? Children weren't made to sit behind a desk for seven hours a day. They were made to jump and play and run. If we, as adults can't even sit through seven innings of a baseball game without needing a "stretch", why do we expect so much of our children? Find a way to teach them what they need to know and allow them the creativity to learn it on their terms. Come into the classroom every day with a smile on your face. You may be the only smile they get. That is powerful information.

I expect you to love your job. (At least a little). Sure, I know there will be good days and bad, but hopefully you are able to remember the reason you decided to become a teacher in the first place, lord knows it wasn't for the money. You have the power to shape lives. That is huge! And, to be honest, you will see my children for more hours a day than their own parents. Make use of that time. Help them discover what you and I already know, that they are fabulous little people just waiting to learn!

Finally, I expect you to be grateful. I am giving you a huge gift. The gift of my trust and the gift of my children. If I could I would keep them at home forever, but in my thirty-five years of life, I've learned something. These magical little people that I call my children, actually aren't mine at all. And, they aren't yours. These children belong to God, and they belong to themselves. So, never take for granted the place you hold in their lives and the place you hold in the heart of their mama. Thank you for all that to do as teachers. I promise you, I'll do my best to exceed your expectations, if you would do yours to exceed mine.

Get some sleep. I have a feeling we're both gonna need it.