Saturday, May 21, 2011

weeks of accomplishment

May has been a GREAT month so far.

Avery announced at 6am this morning that Max had hatched, our second chick from our second attempt at chicken hatching. I was so relieved as I made quite a few mistakes with timing and temperature/humidity levels.



On Thursday Charlie graduated from preschool! It was such a nice ceremony with a reception following. We also took Charlie out to lunch to celebrate. Charlie had two speaking parts and performed them flawlessly. What a difference from 8 months ago when we had to beg him to go into the classroom! Instead of Charlie having tears, mommy shed a few.



Our other big news: Jackson is potty trained! And the older two are riding bikes without training wheels! This has been a month of huge successes for our kids and we are so proud.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

The lessons we don't like teaching

Inquiring minds want to know.

"Who is that man they keep talking about on TV?"

The boys weren't really paying attention, but the inquisitive 7-year-old was focused and wanted to know more about this Bin Laden man.

I tried to tiptoe through the topic, not wanting to scare her but also give her the truth. Her brain wants the truth and when we don't give it to her or give her enough of it, she finds a way to learn more herself. So instead of sending her off to school to ask questions about Bin Laden or find her googling the man's name (and seeing images we know she is not ready to see), we talked.

It was a great lesson about human nature, our choice to do good or bad, what God wants us to do with our lives, but it still came down to him being a "bad" man who killed a lot of people.

A few hours later a shiny blue square caught her eye, as Stephen cut his Amex card over the garbage can. "Oh Daddy, that is pretty, why are you cutting it?"

After having a second credit card number stolen, Stephen was taking care of the issue. Another bad person had stolen something from daddy. A thief.

So we begin the growing up stages of life. Not growing in the sense of height and weight, getting out of a car seat...the deeper issues. The emotional, sensitive issues. The introduction of bad people doing bad things. The issues that were only a part of books we read together now entered her real life.

My heart was heavy for her as she took in what Daddy had just told her. I know they have to grow up and I would much rather they know the things that happen in this world than be naive. Our world has changed and it just seems that 7 is a very young age to know about terrorists and thieves.