This really touched me when I read it this morning.
Those are two words that no parent wants to see when parts are being given out for the Christmas Play.
You want to see Mary, Joseph, a Wise man or woman, King or even the donkey – but a non-speaking part? No!
This is what happens when children do not listen to parents. I told my daughter to sing out loud during music lesson so the teacher would hear her voice and select her for a choice part. I even said she should break into song and dance, ‘Let it Go’ would work just fine. But nooooooooooo she had to be miss-know-it-all and even dare to suggest that I was being silly. And now we have it! A NON-SPEAKING PART.
I suppose I am still expected to go along and clap like she had the part of Mary. Such is life!
What do you do?
I shake off the dust and pick myself up. I remember that tomorrow is another day. And encourage myself.
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us.
– Hebrews 12:1
You might remember my tips for coping with the school run. You can read them Overcoming the School Run Trauma here. Well, if i’m honest they have worked. Adhering to the routine had really helped me to be on time and in control. However, the last couple of weeks have been rough on the kids and I with a series of consecutive illnesses and a whole load of stuff going on. Needless to say I am looking forward to the Christmas holidays.
So I have neglected the prepare-the-night-before part of the routine – which is essentially the entire routine. *covers face* Initially we were OK, but this week we’ve been late to school every day – only by about five minutes but late nonetheless. This morning, my son got held back after assembly with all ‘late-comers’. I had been attending a WW1 exhibition his class put together and as his classmates came back from assembly, I asked a friend where he was and I was informed that he was staying behind, at the request of the head of Juniors who happens to be the Vice-Head, because he was late. 😦
I didn’t think too much about it until I saw his crestfallen face and eyes brimming with tears. I asked him why he was so upset and he said “I don’t like being told off”. 😦 Part of me wanted to tell him how lucky he was. In my day, if you were late to school you got flogged – not caned, flogged. Thank God for progression.
One of my friends whose son was also held back said she thought it was unfair because it was her fault that her son was late. And she said she should have been the one pulled into the office for a chat not her son. She made sense. After school I asked my son to tell me what exactly was said. It turned out that each one of them had to give an explanation for why they were late. That doesn’t make any sense to me. Ultimately, it’s parents who are in charge of their children. Of course there is a place for children to take responsibility for their actions but this seems a bit off and counter productive to me. Maybe I’m just being sensitive because my son was upset.
Can any teachers out there explain the logic for reprimanding the children for lateness rather than the parent? I suppose it’s some sort of reverse psychology thing because now my son is going to make sure he does his part to make sure we are on time – at least for tomorrow. :’D
I think we both deserve a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows. 😉
You can’t chase happiness. You’ve got to find it where you are.
Line from Christmas on the Bayou
My children only go to two after-school clubs – swimming and piano lessons. They used to go to an art club but we don’t have limitless resources eh! I wish they could attend a couple more, but we’ll have to wait and see.
However, It’s not just about the money, how about the time? I know a child that has violin, swimming, horse-riding, kung-fu, ballet, drama and dance. Another one has minecraft, diving, rugby, football, gardening and cricket A lot of children have a club a day. That’s almost £400-500 each term just on clubs. Eek! I think it must be their parents’ way of tiring them out so when they get home, they drop like lead on the bed. 🙂
Although I know I do not have the capacity to do daily clubs, I sometimes wonder if I am stifling their development in some way by not giving them the opportunity to explore different activities.Who knows? You can only do your best right?
I love technology. I love the internet. I love social media. I love my Kenwood chef mixer. I love any gadget that can make my life easier. One such thing is my Sat Nav. I don’t even bother to look up where I’m going, I just get in the car and plug it in – simples. There have been rare occasions when for some reason the battery failed or it took ages for the GPRS to work or my maps were out of date (my fault) but I love it. However, If it should fail on me on the way to some unfamiliar territory, I’m very certain I would be overwhelmed by panic.
A couple of hours ago, I parked my car outside my children’s school, a few minutes before pick-up time. I was on the phone, talking to my husband, when a lady drove up and proceeded to ram her rear into my car. It was actually hilarious how it happened. One minute I was watching thinking, maybe I should move back for this lady – I got a sense that reversing wasn’t her forte. I dismissed the thought as she had more than enough space. However as she crept closer and closer I tried to hit my horn but it didn’t work. I need to check if that’s because the car was off. That would be odd, wouldn’t it? Modern cars!!!! Anyway, of course my car got a strong kiss from this lady’s car. When she came out, she apologised and said “I don’t know what happened, my sensors didn’t go off. It usually beeps when I’m about too close to something”.
Sigh! Another classic case of placing too much reliance on technology. We are all guilty.
1. Growing up – the mindset that it’s a foolish dream and was OK when you were younger but has no place at the ‘table’ of adults.
2. Doubt – thinking you have neither the skills nor the abilities to execute the dream.
3. Unbelief – who in their right mind would entrust such a dream into your care?
4. Procrastination – taking time to verify and question the dream when the reality is you are afraid to start the journey.
5. Lack of Vision – you may start but without direction, you easily veer off course.
6. Lack of a Plan – the devil is in the detail. You need a plan, call it a roadmap, that charts your course to the dream.
7. Perfectionism- waiting for everything to perfect or perfectly executed before you start – really a fear of failure.
8. Fear- the what-if-it-doesn’t-work-out thought which often succeeds in paralysing you.
9. Lack of delegation – thinking you have to accomplish every part of the dream yourself and then not doing anything because you are unable to do it yourself.
10. The size of the dream – focusing on the vision can be overwhelming and can lead you to abandon the dream entirely.
LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
Remind me that my days are numbered— and that my life is feeing away.
My life is no longer than the width of my hand.
An entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, human existence is but a breath.
We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing.
We heap up wealth, for someone else to spend.
And so, Lord, where do I put my hope? My only hope is in you.
(Psalms 39:4-7 NLT)
So it’s been 20 days since I gave up coffee for Stoptober and I’ve probably only had 5 cups of coffee since then. Considering I was averaging like 3/4 a day, I think it’s safe to say I’ve accomplished my goal. I actually don’t feel the need to drink it anymore. And if i’m honest, what I thought was perking me up was really dragging me down. Without coffee, my head is clearer and I’m concentrating much better.
With this success I’m wondering what else I can change in 30 days.
- 30 days to wake up at an earlier time.
- 30 days to leaving Facebook.
- 30 days to writing that book.
- 30 days to …………………………………………………………………………………….