Being uncommon comes with a price. Usually at our own expense we strive to be anything but uncommon. Here is why. Some of the more common definitions and synonyms for uncommon are: odd, strange, peculiar, queer and unusual. Most folks avoid being any of those things at any cost. But dig a little deeper and you will find that some others are: above the ordinary, exceptional, remarkable, extraordinary & outstanding. Are you willing to be uncommon?
Character building was a large motivation behind our decision to homeschool. I am bold enough to speculate that integrity and character have become lost virtues. Children are constantly bombarded with subject matter that is beyond their maturity. Things they shouldn't see, words they shouldn't hear. Purity is lost, and never will it return. You cannot unsee things, you cannot unhear, but you can become desensitized and oblivious. Homeschooling was never merely about education, Aristotle said it like this,
Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.
How do children discover who they are? I have oft wondered....who am I? There have been times in my life when I thought I had it all figured out. But in the pursuit of perfection I have often ended up lost, disillusioned. Getting caught up in what I should appear to be.... Afraid that who I was, wasn't good enough, smart enough, cool enough...that I would appear odd or strange. But my revelation, my truth is packaged perfectly in one of Cecil Murphy's aphorisms; I'd rather be disliked for who I am than to be admired for who I'm not. Be me, no illusions, no fronts, just me. I'm working on this. Being confident, bold, decisive, diligent. Uncommon and unafraid of what others think. I know that if anyone sees through a false exterior it is those we most love, our children, our husband. Am I who I want them to be? Again, I am working on it :)
My desire for my children is for them to understand from a young age what character is. Not just how it is defined on a page, but how it is applied in life. I have borrowed an amazing resource from the Duggar family, the operational definitions of character qualities . We spend a lot of time discussing different character qualities, learning what they mean, giving examples, practicing them in our lives. We have designated a cabinet in our kitchen "the character cabinet", last fall we cut out colorful fall leaves and each time one of the children displayed a positive character quality they received a leaf with their name and the quality written for everyone to see. Obedience, forgiveness, flexibility, creativity, patience, self-control adorned the door. Badges of character, a visible reminder of the good in them. As the children learn the definitions, understand certain qualities and the expectations associated with the word it is easy to not only point out when they display them, but also when they don't.
For example we have been working on obedience all year (likely will for the next 10!). But when I feel someone has been disobedient I simply say, "what is obedience?" and the immediate response is this "quickly, cheerfully, thoroughly". They understand the expectation, they understand their shortfall, and no lecture is needed (usually).
Confidence is key as well. Being grounded in who they are. It took me too many years to realize that who I am, is a child of God. Enough said. He knows every hair on my head and every care in my heart. He has great plans for me and he patiently continues to perfect the work he has begun. Thank you Lord for patience! My prayer is for my children to put the pieces together at an early age. To trust the Lord to direct their paths and for them to find joy in serving Him. Life is not without obstacles and I have never been naive enough to believe that we won't stumble. But I know they will find security in their faith by structuring their lives around that which is eternal and cannot be destroyed or taken away. John 6:27.
"In the end, character is the blend of inner courage, wisdom, and a sense of duty to yourself, to others, and to something greater than you. In a common world, becoming an uncommon man begins by cultivating uncommon character." Tony Dungee, Uncommon.
Defined
daily; day after day after day
chaotic; completely confused or disordered
bliss; supreme happiness; utter joy or contentment
chaotic; completely confused or disordered
bliss; supreme happiness; utter joy or contentment
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Showing posts with label character. Show all posts
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Monday, April 18, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
More Than Our Bad Days
It has been a rough week for the chaos crew. Camaraderie, flexibility, diligence, teamwork...these are not words I would use to describe us this week. Everyone seems to be surly and stubborn. I was sure that as we welcomed the bright sun and extended outdoor play that the crabby, fidgety, whiney behavior would subside. Not so. Frown. :( Instead the desire to go outside and suck in nature has been replaced with the desire to never come back inside! This new desire makes accomplishing the tasks of the day a bit of a challenge! I am thrilled that my children love to be outdoors, but I didn't anticipate the strain it would put on our school day.
In addition, the attitudes being displayed toward one another are down right terrible. It is defeating for mama. I have spent a great deal of time this year working on character. So much has been accomplished, I am proud of my children and who they are. But when things are bad, when attitudes are poor and moral is low, I take it personally. Their behavior is a reflection of my performance....isn't it?
Matt always calls at lunchtime. Today he may wish he hadn't. The first sound he heard was the wailing cry of Thomas in the background who had been unhappy for 90% of his awake existence that day. Tyler and Alli were picking at each other (in lieu of doing their schoolwork), Merik (daycare child) was insisting we not have green beans with lunch while Anna begged for chocolate milk, and lunch was fifteen minutes behind. My van was in the shop and the cell phone guy was minutes away from arriving to my disaster zone house to switch my phone out for me. (add that to the definition of chaos Mr. Webster) As I relayed the turmoil my lovely man had the foresight to remind me, "Sarah, they are just kids, they are going to have bad days, just chill out and remember how great they are when they are behaving!"
"hmmm"
They are great kids. I have bad days, display behavior I am not proud of (more than I care to admit) and the truth is, those days don't define me. So back to my song obsession, I love the lyrics to You Are More by Tenth Avenue North
You are more than the choices that you make
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes
You are more than the problems you create
You've been remade
(That's from memory) so don't hold me to the words, but take a listen here: http://www.klove.com/music/artists/tenth-avenue-north/songs/you-are-more-lyrics.aspx
My dear, dear friend is raising a brood of boys. She uses the analogy of a tree with their families parenting. Often saying that she is raising good strong trees, with deep roots and strong branches. I love this, the roots are what we plant at home, the deeper we dig, the more we water, the stronger the tree will stand in the storms. The branches are who they are...the paths they will take, the talents they will pursue, the people they will touch, again, with strong roots these branches may bend and sway in the wind, but they will not break, they will remain strong. They will produce much fruit, for His names sake.
A favorite saying of mine
So on windy days, when we are bent and swayed to do the wrong thing, to make the wrong choice, I am reminded of the tree analogy. And of my husband's wisdom. They are just kids, they are still growing. And although I may wish to take one of those little branches and pull it back and let it swing back to strike a little hinney, haha, joking. They are not defined by the bad days, but by what is being planted and watered and grown in their souls.
We will muscle through the last month of school, enjoying the outside as an incentive. Using bad behavior as an example of what not to do, and praying, praying, praying for sanity and patience! (for us all) All the while, thanking God for his grace, patience, and forgiveness in my own life. Never forsaking me, despite all my baggage, all my mistakes, all my bad choices. What a perfect love.
So go water some trees :) and enjoy watching them grow.
The photo is borrowed from my friend's blog (without permission) heehee. Please take a look at her wonderful tales of mothering five amazing boys on her blog My Five Sons. http://www.shawnellewrites.blogspot.com/
In addition, the attitudes being displayed toward one another are down right terrible. It is defeating for mama. I have spent a great deal of time this year working on character. So much has been accomplished, I am proud of my children and who they are. But when things are bad, when attitudes are poor and moral is low, I take it personally. Their behavior is a reflection of my performance....isn't it?
Matt always calls at lunchtime. Today he may wish he hadn't. The first sound he heard was the wailing cry of Thomas in the background who had been unhappy for 90% of his awake existence that day. Tyler and Alli were picking at each other (in lieu of doing their schoolwork), Merik (daycare child) was insisting we not have green beans with lunch while Anna begged for chocolate milk, and lunch was fifteen minutes behind. My van was in the shop and the cell phone guy was minutes away from arriving to my disaster zone house to switch my phone out for me. (add that to the definition of chaos Mr. Webster) As I relayed the turmoil my lovely man had the foresight to remind me, "Sarah, they are just kids, they are going to have bad days, just chill out and remember how great they are when they are behaving!"
"hmmm"
They are great kids. I have bad days, display behavior I am not proud of (more than I care to admit) and the truth is, those days don't define me. So back to my song obsession, I love the lyrics to You Are More by Tenth Avenue North
You are more than the choices that you make
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes
You are more than the problems you create
You've been remade
(That's from memory) so don't hold me to the words, but take a listen here: http://www.klove.com/music/artists/tenth-avenue-north/songs/you-are-more-lyrics.aspx
My dear, dear friend is raising a brood of boys. She uses the analogy of a tree with their families parenting. Often saying that she is raising good strong trees, with deep roots and strong branches. I love this, the roots are what we plant at home, the deeper we dig, the more we water, the stronger the tree will stand in the storms. The branches are who they are...the paths they will take, the talents they will pursue, the people they will touch, again, with strong roots these branches may bend and sway in the wind, but they will not break, they will remain strong. They will produce much fruit, for His names sake.
A favorite saying of mine

So on windy days, when we are bent and swayed to do the wrong thing, to make the wrong choice, I am reminded of the tree analogy. And of my husband's wisdom. They are just kids, they are still growing. And although I may wish to take one of those little branches and pull it back and let it swing back to strike a little hinney, haha, joking. They are not defined by the bad days, but by what is being planted and watered and grown in their souls.
We will muscle through the last month of school, enjoying the outside as an incentive. Using bad behavior as an example of what not to do, and praying, praying, praying for sanity and patience! (for us all) All the while, thanking God for his grace, patience, and forgiveness in my own life. Never forsaking me, despite all my baggage, all my mistakes, all my bad choices. What a perfect love.
So go water some trees :) and enjoy watching them grow.
The photo is borrowed from my friend's blog (without permission) heehee. Please take a look at her wonderful tales of mothering five amazing boys on her blog My Five Sons. http://www.shawnellewrites.blogspot.com/
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