Copy Cat

I came upon this disturbing scene the other night.  It was one of those times that you draw in your breath in fear and horror, but are also laughing underneath it all.  Drew had found the gas lighter and was attempting to light all the candles and then give “zerberts” to blow them out.

We light candles almost every night for dinner (lately Alex has determined that turning off ALL of the lights in the house and lighting the candles is a must for each dinner meal).  It is my assumption that Drew is picking up on this.  He has been watching and taking in our daily rhythms and patterns and is now imitating.

Alex has had a recent addiction to artwork, and thus we’re seeing Drew want to do the same.  He wants to be up in the “big people” chairs.  And in his mind, growing up seems to also include him climbing up on the table and pounding on the window.  I am quickly coming to terms with the fact that turning my back and leaving him unattended for a MOMENT can result in some fearful realities.

I have to admit that seeing my kids get into artwork melts my heart a bit.  Especially being boys.  Holy Moses is it clear to me, stepping back into the 4th grade classroom, how hard it is to “teach a dog new tricks”.  If kids haven’t been exposed to art regularly, haven’t learned to have a passion and love for being creative and having unstructured art time, then introducing it at age 10 is a massive undertaking.

So as Drew is seeking out new opportunities, experiences and adventures, I hope we are setting the stage for him.  A stage that is free of fear and need to be perfect, but a setting of love, creativity and encouragement {unless…..he’s standing on the table.  That’s just NOT a good plan, Drew….}.  This approach runs counter to almost every ounce of who I am.  The real me that is so bound by expectations, “shoulds” and rules.  Sometimes, though, it is becoming clear to me that being a parent is also about bending the rules sometimes.  Making exceptions.  Giving a little freedom.  This means a lot of slowing prying my white knuckles off of whatever I’m holding onto.  Letting go of fear, though, and allowing for my kids to see me exploring for myself, allowing them to work out their disagreements, allowing them to get messy and explore.

“An environment-based education movement–at all levels of education–will help students realize that school isn’t supposed to be a polite form of incarceration, but a portal to the wider world.

If getting our kids out into nature is a search for perfection, or is one more chore, then the belief in perfection and the chore defeats the joy. It’s a good thing to learn more about nature in order to share this knowledge with children; it’s even better if the adult and child learn about nature together. And it’s a lot more fun.”
― Richard LouvLast Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children from Nature-Deficit Disorder

And if you’ve got a minute….

Matt talked about this a bit in his sermon last week—-you can click ahead to 8 min, 45 sec.  The whole sermon is such a great look at the concept of repentance.  Take a listen.

Jesus’ First Words: Repent by Rev. Matt Gough on January 22, 2012 from Sunnyvale Presbyterian Church on Vimeo.

2 thoughts on “Copy Cat

  1. Hi Christine, thanks for posting Matt’s wonderful sermon. It reminded me of Richard Rohr’s book, Falling Upward. If you and Matt have not read it I think you would really like it.

  2. So grateful for the teaching Matt provides through his thoughtful sermons. Looking at repentance in my life in a whole new way! And thank you Christine for sharing your thoughts and feelings as you meander your faith and family journey.

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