๐๐๐๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐พ๐๐๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฃ, ๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐จ, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐ฉ๐๐๐ช๐ก ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ค๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐.
When we are in charge of teaching children, there are so many factors to consider. How do we teach the about โreal lifeโ and still keep their lives simple, even carefree? How do we avoid planting fears in them, yet teach them safety issues? How can we give them the facts, yet in a way that is not emotional or stressful? Raising children is not for the faint of heart, that is for sure!!
There are teaching methods that thrive on allowing children to learn about the world yet scaled down to their size and through self-initiation. There are other schools of thought that bring children into our world, working alongside of their parents. (This would be the one I lean towards, parent led learning). Obviously, I am referring more to schooling methods, but what about in other areas of life? Are we talking with our children and guiding their thoughts? If we are not, who is then? Their friends, media, teachers, nobody??
Our children face situations every single day that need insight from a safe adult. Some that come to mind are in the area of human maturity and reproduction, birth, death, and spiritual beliefs. So how do we prepare children for the โcoming of ageโ or puberty talks? What about the sex talk? Or where babies come from? How do we prepare them for death? How do we walk through life teaching our little people in a safe and truthful way? It seems many people are too embarrassed to explain much, although I do see this changing with the younger generations. I think they have been exposed to it in the media so much that they are much freer with their words.
For our own children we talk pretty freely during individual conversations. We do try to use proper terms yet still observe modesty rules. I want them to have the facts they need at an APPROPRIATE age, but I do not want to wait too long and let someone else beat me to the talk. I often think to this quote from Corrie Ten Boom:
โ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ, ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฌ๐ค๐๐, "๐
๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐ฑ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง?" ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐, ๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐๐ญ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ซ. ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง, ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐?" ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐. ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ. ๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ญ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ก๐๐๐ฏ๐ฒ," ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐. ๐๐๐ฌ," ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐, "๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ค ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐๐. ๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ, ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐, ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐. ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ก๐๐๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐๐ง. ๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ญ. ๐
๐จ๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.โ
โ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐จ๐ฆ, ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐: ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ก๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐จ๐ฆ
I appreciate that Corrieโs father understood that children sometimes need scaled down answers and less information. They trust us and we must be diligent to share with them when the information is needed. Little Man often gives me insight where I have not shared enough or might need to give more detail. He has such innocent questions that come to his mind daily. Many of them are hard topics and I would rather skip over them. Some I can give simple answers, but some need that in depth talk where I can carefully give information with words that do not cause fear but do share facts. We had another talk today that reminded me that I needed to go into more detail without emotion. He needed solid facts about death, not tears.
As we were driving back from town he ask me, โMom does Millieโs casket have a lock on it?โ I answered him that I was not sure if it locked shut or not. I went on to explain that they placed it inside a plastic vault to protect the casket before they buried it. His next innocent question was, โCould we open it and see Millie again?โ I was surprised a little because I thought he knew more about what that would be like. I calmly explained, โNo son, our bodies came from dust when God formed us. Once we die we start to decay and return to dustโ. I hoped that was a solid answer with out a grotesque one. I want him to remember his vibrant, fun sister ALIVE. I want him to see her in his mindโs eye in heaven very much ALIVE. I do not want him picturing deathโฆ I have said it before โHuman minds can not understand death because God never intended for us to deal with it. His plan was a perfect and eternal life--before sinโ.
This is not the first time he had mentioned going to the cemetery to get her. A few days after her graveside service he asked me to take him back to see her. Then a few more days later, he asked if we could dig her up. Now here 10 months later, his little mind is still processing death and what that physically looks like. He sees the heartache, pain, and loss but he still cannot envision what it looks like. What a hard talk to have with your child and still be able to keep your own emotions level. This is another point where I get to lay aside my โgrieving momโ role for a few minutes and instead focus on my โteaching momโ role of guiding my little ones. They need to know they can safely ask ANY questions and mom will do her best to give a truthful answer.
You might wonder if I hide my tears from them very often? No, there are appropriate times to be sad with the children. Times that do not require knowledge, just memories. We will watch her videos and cry together. We will hold her monkey, talk of her life and let the tears fall. Those are not teaching moments rather those are grieving moments shared between a family that loved Millie. I could never keep every tear hidden, nor would I want to! I want my children to know how loved and missed Millie is. I want them to know I love each of them just as much. I want them to know that grief is an emotion we all will face and there is no shame in allowing others to see it. Finally, I want them to know that grief does not replace my faith in Jesus. It strengthens itโฆit gives me a deeper need to lean on the Lord for daily strength. It reminds me of what is truly important and where to put my priorities during the remaining days of my life. Love God, Love People!
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๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.โ 31 ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐: โ๐ณ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.โ ๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.โ ---๐ด๐๐๐ 12:30-31
***In case you are wondering, I researched it and yes caskets do have a type of locking mechanism that makes them airtight. The article I read said the funeral director has a key they discreetly use to secure the lid***
Blessings sweet friendsโฆ
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโใ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
I still believe in Millieโs Miracle
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ Hebrews 11:1 ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
๏ธตโฟ๏ธตโฟเญจโเญงโฟ๏ธตโฟ๏ธต
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