In my
parents’ photo album from 1974 is a fading picture of my mother holding my baby brother and
me. I think it must have been Brian’s
first birthday, and whoever took the picture (probably my dad) caught Mom in
the middle of laughing. It was always my
favorite picture as I was growing up.
Most of our other pictures were actually taken by Mom, so she doesn’t
make very many cameo appearances into our albums. And even then, like most families, we tended
to stop and smile for the camera instead of catching people in the middle of
laughing at a funny event.
My early reaction
to that picture teaches me how much my kids long to be enjoyed. I loved seeing my mom having so much fun with
us. Of all the responsibilities that we have with
our children, and all of the life-lessons we find ourselves working on while
the precious years seem to grow wings and fly away, one of the most important
and most overlooked is the value of enjoying
our children. Kids yearn to be
enjoyed. They like to be around people
who seem to appreciate their personalities and funny little quirks, people who
aren’t constantly embarrassed when they act like normal children. As our children grow older, they will someday
find their way back to the people who actually liked them. Clean carpets,
hot dinners, and signed homework papers tell only part of the story of our
parenting. Do you really like your
kids? Do you enjoy their company? And do they know it?
In the busy
pace of our lives, many times this can seem like an option rather than a mandate. We work so hard to keep food on the table,
insurance bills paid, and braces on teeth.
We need to hurry up and get the yard done before company comes, and then
we have projects around the house before the weather turns cold. Before we know it, the seasons have clipped
by, each with their own demands, and our children grow up without that picture
in their mind of a mom laughing in a bear hug with the baby on her lap and a
little girl admiring her smile. Is there
any way to capture the moments more carefully, so that our children feel
cherished?
1. Be deliberate with gifts.
It is easy
to shower our children with things, until their shelves and closets are
overflowing with “stuff” that will soon finds its way into a garage sale or a
Goodwill donation box.
Several
years ago, we made a decision to give our kids the option of having an activity
with us rather than tangible gifts for their birthday. Since they had already received gifts for
their birthday up until that point and might be looking forward to opening presents,
we left it optional. But most of our kids have happily chosen activities over
gifts.
What we
discovered was that we often needed that extra incentive to make the commitment
of time and money for creative family adventures. We are busy—often maddeningly so. Jason works a regular bus route, in addition
to pastoring a small church. During the
school year, it is not uncommon for him to work 70 hours a week of bus and
ministry work. Truthfully, we do not
have the time or money for trips to the zoo, Cardinals games, archery ranges,
the Science Center, or an all-day adventure on an eight-man raft down the
Merrimac. But the memories we have
made--when we did things we didn’t have time for and found ways to sacrifice
and pay for them! Whatever toys we would
have bought our kids five years ago would probably be in a Salvation Army by
now, but instead we have the bond of shared memories together.
2. Catch time alone with your
kids in small segments.
Before we
had any children, we used to talk about the fun things we would do with our
kids. I remember envisioning “daddy
dates” and time alone with our children, just enjoying them. Within a few short years, we were having new
babies almost every other year! Our
exhaustion and our schedule made those dreams seem unrealistic. Every trip to the store had an urgent purpose,
and free time was usually spent catching a coveted rest until the baby woke up
for a feeding. Magazine articles about
mothers who took their daughters on weekends away to a hotel, or stories about
father-son camping excursions seemed frustratingly out of our reach.
It was at that season of our lives that we invented what seemed ridiculously simple. It was desperate attempt at catching minutes with our kids alone. We named it “Ten Minutes,” and the simplistic name is self-explanatory. Our older children were all at elementary age then, and they were learning how to wash the dishes. Each day of the school week, one of the older five was assigned to help with dishes. Whoever was on dishes duty was privileged to get ten minutes of staying up later than the other kids and playing any game or reading any book they wanted with Dad and Mom. We still laugh about all the times Jessica made us put together her Strawberry Shortcake puzzle—week, after week, after week. Stories, Uno, Stratego, Junior Monopoly—they all made their way into our “Ten Minutes” arsenal. As the kids grew, the ten minutes seemed to morph into 20 and 30. But by then we didn’t care, because we realized how quickly time was fleeting.
It was at that season of our lives that we invented what seemed ridiculously simple. It was desperate attempt at catching minutes with our kids alone. We named it “Ten Minutes,” and the simplistic name is self-explanatory. Our older children were all at elementary age then, and they were learning how to wash the dishes. Each day of the school week, one of the older five was assigned to help with dishes. Whoever was on dishes duty was privileged to get ten minutes of staying up later than the other kids and playing any game or reading any book they wanted with Dad and Mom. We still laugh about all the times Jessica made us put together her Strawberry Shortcake puzzle—week, after week, after week. Stories, Uno, Stratego, Junior Monopoly—they all made their way into our “Ten Minutes” arsenal. As the kids grew, the ten minutes seemed to morph into 20 and 30. But by then we didn’t care, because we realized how quickly time was fleeting.
As the kids
got older, “Ten Minutes” faded away.
They started staying up as late as we did (sometimes later), and the
privilege of playing “Sorry!” at 8:30 had lost some of its luster. Now we are working to recreate it with our
younger boys. When else do you play darts with your
eleven-year-old? There is always
something that seems more important. And
suddenly, the kids are all grown up, and we realize that there really was
nothing more important on those nights than catching the minutes—even just ten
of them--before they slipped by.
3. Eat together as a family.
Every family
schedule is different, and the Lord will have to show you when and how often to
make this happen. But sitting around a
table fellowshipping is golden. The dinner hour is often a “debriefing.” Life throws some pretty crazy curveballs at
us. Our kids need a place to tell their
stories and to gain perspective on things they have seen, heard, and felt throughout
the day. Some days it just feels better
to sit and laugh about the events that transpired. Meal times teach our children how to behave
at a dinner table and how to be thankful for everything they are given. Since I lean pretty heavily on my “dishes
chart,” we often ask whoever is doing dishes that night to also help with preparing
supper. Additionally, the person who
does Friday dishes has a special treat:
That’s the only night we make dessert, and they get to choose it, prepare
it, and (of course) lick out the bowl. “Friday
dishes” is a coveted position around here!
4. Let your kids participate in family
devotions.
Whatever
name you choose for your family Bible time, be sure that it’s not just a
Lecture Series where the parents do all the talking. Jason usually reads the Bible, and then he asks
our kids to take turns reading a short article or chapter about missions. We also keep a prayer list of names of our family,
church members, and ministries to pray for regularly. Jason will often assign a prayer request for
each person to remember. Josh always
asks to pray for his favorite cousin—although we have had to cut our prayer
time short a few times because everyone was laughing about whatever Josh
decided to pray. (Josh should probably
have to pray last from now on!)
The other
great benefit of having a family worship hour is that it’s a great opportunity
to teach our kids how to think. Many
kids growing up in Christian homes know what
to think, but not how. Where does the Bible specifically say that it’s
wrong to use cursing and profanity? Why
should Christians marry other Christians?
How do you know what God wants you to do someday with your life? Examining social issues and current events
from a Biblical perspective is good for our kids, too. Does the Bible have anything to say about
what happened in Ferguson, Missouri last week?
What if you were a Christian living in Syria right now, and you were
threatened with your life for not converting to Islam? Family conversations about the Bible remind
our children that the Bible isn’t just an old Book; it’s a very relevant,
current, and living Book.
5. Save time for relationships by encouraging independence.
One of the
reasons we moms sometimes do not have much time to be with our kids is
that we are simply doing too much for them. There are several important benefits to
encouraging independence in our children.
First, it
teaches children to value the work of
others. People who have not had to
work hard for themselves rarely appreciate the work that others do for
them. It seems that it is often the
hardest working people I know who are quick to say, “I don’t want to take much
of your time on the phone today,” or who stop to thank me for some effort. They value work because they know the cost
personally.
Secondly,
independence teaches personal
responsibility. About a year ago, I
came to the conclusion that although laundry is time-consuming, it really is
not hard. Therefore, it is not
unreasonable to ask a ten-year-old (or his older siblings) to do laundry. And that day, our kids inherited the job of
doing their own laundry. To be honest, I
don’t really think about my kids’ laundry any more. Every few days, I notice someone lugging
their laundry bag over to the washer to wash their clothes, but it’s not my job
any more. I don’t keep track of it. In fact, when we went to my parents’ house
this summer and spent four days with my family (23 people under one roof!), a
pair of unclaimed boys’ underwear showed up in the bathroom. Someone asked if it belonged to one of my
boys, but I said I had not seen it before.
Turns out, it was ours! It had
come in a bag of hand-me-downs along the way, and because I couldn’t remember
ever washing it, I didn’t recognize it!
My kids will
tell you that laundry is not that much work when it’s just one load. They pay closer attention to stains, and they
do not change clothes every ten minutes like they used to! J Are you wearing yourself out working for your
kids?
Thirdly,
independence is empowering. Raising children with unnecessary dependence
on their parents is selfish. We mothers
can find great fulfillment in meeting our children’s every need, but when our
fulfillment strangles our children’s ability to grow, learn, and achieve, then
we are living for ourselves. Whether we
like to admit it or not, our children are secretly much more interested in
showing us what they can do than hearing about all the things that we can do
for them. Have you ever heard an adult
bragging to a group of kids about how terrific they were (twenty-five years
ago) at sports, music, school, or some other achievement? The kids listen with a bored and barely
tolerant expression. All they want to do
is get ahold of that football and see if they can throw it to the other side of
the yard too. We need to use our
strengths to strengthen the ones coming behind us, not to clutch our trophies
and force ourselves back into the limelight.
6. Beware of the Time Snatchers.
I confess
that I have never watched “Revenge of the Body Snatchers,” but I have had way
too much experience with Time Snatchers.
Here’s the problem with Time Snatchers:
When someone or something steals my time, they are often stealing from
my children.
Sometimes
people just don’t realize how much they are asking. If we are less than honest about our time
constraints or the promises we have made to our children, we are enabling
someone else to encroach on time that rightfully belongs to our kids. It’s easy to fall into the trap of trying to
please other people. But remember: When we give to others more than the Lord has
asked us to give, we often are borrowing from our children’s Time Account. And it’s
very, very hard to pay that account back.
Sometimes in
ministry, there is the added temptation to give away our family time too freely
because we are consumed with the needs of others. We are deceived into thinking that we can
afford to ignore our family’s needs while helping others. I think most pastors’ families are much like
ours—constantly surrounded by pressing needs.
It is easy for people who are not involved in ministry to underestimate
how much their pastor is doing. They
want his attention, or his family’s attention, not realizing how crunched a
pastor is for time and rest. Those who
serve faithfully alongside the pastor don’t have this false expectation. They see him on Wednesday evening, at
fellowships, and in other areas of service.
But for those who don’t understand this dilemma, sometimes we just have
to be honest and gently say no.
But it’s not
just people, is it? “Time Snatchers” can
be things—hobbies, books, talking on the phone, Facebook, Pinterest, and
shopping. It’s hard to enjoy our
children when we allow ourselves to feel distracted all the time. Parenting takes energy and creativity.
I remember when Jonathan was a preschooler, playing in the backyard. He was always coming to ask me to play with him. He wanted to show me his castle in the sandbox, or a toad, or a how fast he could run. It seemed that every day I was saying, “Just a minute. Let me get this done first.” And then the time would fast-forward, while I washed dishes, changed diapers, and sorted laundry. One day as I gave Jonathan my usual answer, the Lord pricked my heart with a most painful reminder, “Someday he will stop asking.”
I remember when Jonathan was a preschooler, playing in the backyard. He was always coming to ask me to play with him. He wanted to show me his castle in the sandbox, or a toad, or a how fast he could run. It seemed that every day I was saying, “Just a minute. Let me get this done first.” And then the time would fast-forward, while I washed dishes, changed diapers, and sorted laundry. One day as I gave Jonathan my usual answer, the Lord pricked my heart with a most painful reminder, “Someday he will stop asking.”
And yours
will too. Enjoy them now. Go out to the sandbox. Laugh at their funny stories. Make a fort, and eat dry cereal under the
kitchen table. Put down your phone, turn
off the TV, and get off Facebook. Don’t
get a babysitter every time you go to the grocery store. Let them stir the bowl, and set out the napkins,
and push the button that makes the dryer start.
Let them into your life.
A visiting
evangelist once advised me, as my 6-year-old son followed him around all week chattering
non-stop, “Listen to them now, and they will listen to you later.” Great advice.