Simon says art project… just like the game! (a pinterest idea of course)
There were only 3 boys this week but we had a good time anyway. The game was I said a shape and they had to use those shapes (and only those shapes) to make their pictures. I can’t say there wasn’t any cheating… lol but they did a pretty good job following along.
I think God gives us children to show us how he sees us. So often I see a picture of myself and my stubbornness/stupidity in my goofy little monsters.
Yesterday I was looking at a book with Gideon. It was one of those books with the touchy pages that is all about farms. On the first page is a barn – the doors open and inside is a blue tractor, a man and a dog. Gideon LOVES tractors (as most boys do) they are second only to balls in his world.
He spent a good 15 minutes opening and closing the doors, saying “tractor” (sort of) and pointing to it.
Since I have looked at this book a few thousand times I know that there are two more tractor pages later one. Ones that are better. [One has a "digger" that goes up and down and one has a turnable wheel. ]
I tried to show him the better tractors but he
threw a temper tantrum was adamant that he knew best.
Once I finally convinced him to at least look at the other tractors he saw that I was not trying to trick him and that there was something better ahead.
As I was relaying the story to my mom today we were laughing about how true that is in our lives. There have been so many times when I have been too impatient to wait for “great” and just settle for “ok” or cling so hard to “ok” that I am blind to “great”
Thank you God for the gift of children to show so much about ourselves and that your love for us doesn’t change even when we are short sighted or fight you or hold so tightly to what we think we want.
Mother’s day is about to come to an end. The day some of us moms get pampered a bit more than normal, get cute little homemade cards, maybe flowers, maybe other gifts and sometimes breakfast in bed, etc.
As I was holding my brand new nephew today I was thinking about the joy of being a mom, I looked at my sister-in-law, just 4 days after labor that turned into a c section. She is healing from those scars and is so tired from the job of being a new mom but there is nothing like the love in her eyes as she looks into her new baby’s face. No amount of exhaustion or healing pain can change the way she feels about her child.
I was thinking then about my own adventure of motherhood, Gideon is starting the terrible 2s and Aurora goes most days without stopping her constant talking for more than 20 seconds and sometimes I want to scream, but the joy of bringing up my sweet children is
usually always there in some way. The joy of seeing Aurora learning to write, and of Gideon learning to talk. The joy of hearing Aurora belt out songs like “I’m Alive”
Motherhood isn’t about being perfect, with young kids most – if not all- days are far from perfect, it’s about showing our children God’s love and raising them up to be forgiving and caring and to put the Lord first. To show them that we all fail but it’s what we do after we fail that really matters.
I saw this video today on Jamie’s blog and had to share it again.
Happy mother’s day, moms, and happy normal days to. Some days are really hard, we are raising the next generation and that will never be easy but it will be worth it.
This is another project my mom did with the kids while I was away. They love making presents for their parents, so a flower for their mom was a big hit.
For the two weeks that I was in the child protection classes, my mom was kind enough to take on my grade 1-3 classes.
This is one of the projects she did with them:
Family portrait paintings…
One of the kids decided to paint aliens instead…. LOL this kind of thing tends to happen almost every week with the young class. Sometimes they have something in their heads that they just have to get out. ;)
This was a couple weeks ago, It got really quiet while my sister and I were painting in the kitchen…
As I look at this picture of my goofy daughter and nephew and the “beautiful” job they did putting on makeup all by themselves, I can’t help but think of all the things in my life that I try to do by myself instead of asking God for his help or direction.
While often the idea is good but I’m a little off on timing, or the way I carry it out, or whatever and end up making a mess of things and unlike the makeup on the kids faces that comes off with scrubbing my messes aren’t always easy to fix.