Family Of Five

I am not blogging these days. For one thing, I quit drinking coffee. For another, I am temporarily out of order. But I just read this and I want to share it. It moved me. And it inspires me. Please go to Family Of Five and check out her whole blog:

"Blue Yonder is having a contest in celebration of her 100th post, and she asks that you post three words. This is her explanation: ~They can be any words - words you think are important for others to hear, words that describe you, words that sum up your day, words to inspire or words to make us laugh. Robert Frost once said, "In just three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life. It goes on."

My three words ~Love Your Kids

They are words that I think are important to hear, words that sum up my day and words to inspire. They are the words of advice I give to new moms. Perhaps that advice seems obvious.Yet, I have seen moms get so caught up in what they are supposed to teach their children, they forget to love them. Moms (and dads) focused on training up their children, on what punishments fit what behaviors, what schooling is the best, what will put their child on top, what will fulfill their needs. (whose? the mom's needs or the child's needs?)

Someone once shared a book with me called, To Train Up A Child. As you see, no link there for you to click. Google it if you want,but know that I read it, and tossed it in the trash.I have a friend who has one of the most gentle personalities. She is funny, witty, intelligent, loving, passionate, and kind. She's human, I'm pretty sure of that, but I've never seen her raise a voice or hand to her children.I had to ask one day, how? How do you do this? Don't you get angry? Is there ever a time when they make you crazy?Her answer was a resounding yes, certainly. (Ah ha, she is human!)But she was once reminded that her children are a precious thing. She was reminded by her tearful toddler after a spanking.

"But momma, why did you spank me? I'm a precious thing."

That was the one and only spanking in her home. There is no screaming at the children either. That home is a place of peace, Christ, love, creativity, and good energy. She never corrected me when I was angry with my children, never shook her head or looked disappointed by my frustration. But quietly witnessed to me when I asked. And reminded me

Love Your Kids"