gentle, patient, and persistent

I read this awesome bk last month called Take Your Time by Eknath Easwaran. I decided to buy it because I had dog eared every other page to quote and realized the author had ONLY written substantial words and refrained from any filler fluff. It was all quotable and noteworthy – which ended up being part of the overall message.

Mr Easwaran is a college professor originally from India. He grew up in the Buddhist tradition though he does not write with the intention of converting his audience. His whole gist is about slowing down and paying way better attention to each person and activity you find yourself face to face with. Those are his driving principles. If you can’t slow down enough to pay attention to everything you do, say, and hear then you are doing too much and need to cull. He feels that the reason we are forgetful is that we didnt really give our full attention the first time around. Thats why we cant recall if we unplugged the iron or locked the car etc. We were spacing out when we did those things versus being truly present and having our heads ‘in the game’ so to speak. He maintains you can eliminate unnecessary stress by focusing your attention on whatever tasks – big or small – are at hand. This echoes the Sue Bender Amish experience book‘s lesson about the source that community’s contentment with their daily work. That whole intentional living again.

He had many examples of how applied application impacted our lives – from daily tasks to career to personal relationships. Bottom line was HOW. How do we achieve that level of attentiveness that assures a focused life and optimal functioning? He said that when our attention wanders we shouldn’t fret but rather just call it back to the task at hand cheerfully like it was a puppy. No need to berate ourselves nor overanalyze our distractedness. As long we keep calling back our attention then we will eventually get mastery over it.

I got another book this week called Buddhism and Motherhood by Sarah Napthali. Now of course I am totally not a Buddhist any more than I am Amish. Rather, I saw it on the Soulemama reading list and picked it up being intrigued by the subtitle: A Calm Approach to Caring for Yourself and Your Children. I won’t go into a theological treatise, just suffice it to say while I disagree with to whom and what the authors attribute truth still I found common threads in all of these messages and with Fr Lovasik’s wonderful Power of Kindness. The motherhood author said we need to be gentle, patient, and persistent with ourselves in calling our attention back. It occurred to me that this applies to our child training too. Children’s attention WILL wander and get off track. We need to be gentle, patient, yet persistent in calling them back to the present – to the task at hand. If we can just cheerfully persist they will eventually master themselves and their responsibilities and so will we.

All three attributes need to be in place to be effective however – the persistence AND the gentle patience. Gentleness because scripture tells us “a kind word turns away wrath”. Gentleness is a fruit of the Holy Spirit in the Christian tradition, one of the signs that we are in step with the Lord. We are to “clothe ourselves with compassion, kindness, gentleness and patience”. We are also told not to lose heart when we are exhorted to “watching thereunto with all perseverance” and to not “weary in doing well” – whether we have done so once or twice or seventy times seven times. Our demeanor ought to be the same the first and last times – one tall order in an age of instant gratification.

Therefore, it is necessary to really commit ourselves to the challenge. We also need to realize that this kind of progress comes slowly after a LOT of repeating gently and patiently. Persistence pays off though. If we just don’t quit we can’t lose in the end. We just have to promise ourselves we aren’t going to give up. How could we fail if just refused to stop persisting cheerfully? The game isn’t over til someone throws in the towel. Let’s not let it be us.

Grandma’s diaries

Do visit Lady Lydia if you haven’t been there in a while. She too is musing about ‘the changes’ and how they affected her family. She tells the story of her Grandmother’s diary entries and photographs and says there were times people would say:

“Don’t you want to make a lot of money and do better than your parents?” I think it is very hard to do better than parents who had a lasting marriage and raised children and kept a home place. We always hope the younger generation will make a better pie, though…”

Of course these aren’t the only aspirations they had for their progeny. Better time management, better health, and more sincere spiritual walks made the list too. I just had to smile at the pie is all. That was in fact a sincere hope for my Grandmother’s relatives. As she used to say, “We were a pie-eating family.” Meaning, we don’t do cake.

Anyway, it is sweet and sad and you want to read it all.

Mothering, a gift

It often happens like this. When I get a day – or a few of them strung together like this past weekend- images and ideas that have been floating in the ether, half-formed, suddenly settle and come together. I am not sure I can articulate them well but will give it a shot.

I mentioned earlier that the nasty exchange at The Old Schoolhouse disturbed me to no end. It was not because of the school choice issue but the basic misunderstanding of women’s choice, my choices specifically. This heated discussion intersected with another article which brought back intense memories. I hesitate to link, hesitate even more to comment. However a private email the other day showed me that the author’s story or at least similar versions of it, was reality for many of us. That reality tremendously impacted many of our early marriage and mothering experiences and we carry those images and messages with us forever. This story, then, is not about an expose of one popular figure but rather a story that could be retold with variations by countless of my generation. So I share it.

Rebecca Walker was raised to believe that motherhood is a form of servitude and that children (and men) enslave women. This assertion was not unique when we were growing up. However while the rhetoric has toned down a bit the basic belief remains, even if not articulated as such. Family is limiting. It narrows your options. It eats into your personal time. All dangerously bad things according to mental health experts. You know, like Oprah…. These voices allow that you can dabble, but don’t surrender yourself to this calling. Hold back, be careful.

Ms. Walker’s take on ‘sisterhood’ vs ‘motherhood’ is particularly insightful. It more than anything explains so much of what happened. The emphasis for some decades now has been on horizontal relationships vs. vertical, which left many girls with ‘friends’ where a mother, in the truest sense of the word, would have been so welcome. It is indicative of the desire to meet one’s needs versus the willingness to meet the needs of others. Ultimately we can never really ‘meet our own needs’. Focusing upon them feeds them and they mutate into a hunger that is never completely satisfied. That is a lesson that is often hard-learned however and many are caught up in the futile quest for self-preservation, often laying waste to those around them. It left us collectively with a plethora of sisters and a dearth of mothers.

Alice Walker figured prominently into my own early adulthood. I graduated from high school early and attended a large state university that year. Since I had tested out of first year English and was registering late I had just a handful of course options from which to choose. I ended up in Women’s Lit and spent the next five months immersed in stories and discussion of goddess theology, matriarchy, incest (considered rampant), violence against women, and feminine potential which was universally tied to leaving the men and children in one’s life and embracing other women either figuratively or literally. That was considered the only ‘safe place’ a woman had in this world and her self-actualization was only possible to the extent that she accepted this.

To be sure, this was the not the first I had heard of any of it. I was well-versed in alternative theology and alternative family composition by that point having grown up in a home with shelves lined with similar titles. I had been raised to question authority and to never trust men. This continuing education left me with troubling images and furthered the wariness I left home with. Having never actually lived in a traditional family nor with any males I had nothing to counter these arguments. What did I know? I entered marriage and motherhood with many conflicting feelings and few concrete skills.

Like Rebecca, my baby announcement was met with horror. Granted I was much, much younger than she. However the real problem was that it seemed there would be no college degree nor career and that prospect was appalling to the women in my family. It was hard for them to envision happiness without that.

Like Rebecca, I became so caught up in the bliss that carrying new life was that these negative responses didn’t sway me much. In fact it was hard to give my attention to much else besides the life growing inside me and the life my husband and I were building – imperfectly but determinedly. We made innumerable mistakes. Many of them could be directly traced to those messages ingrained in me when I entered this union. They colored my feelings about housekeeping, discipline (always bad), and unity between men and women (equated with fantasy). It was an uphill battle to reconcile the teaching of my past with my new reality which contradicted all I had expected.

The distinction that I finally articulated to myself was between slavery and service. The one is enforced, demanded, required, while the other is chosen, given freely, a gift. In a world where choice is supposed to be empowering it is seemingly impossible for some to believe that others would make a choice contrary to their own. When that happens the dissenter is rarely left to agree to disagree. They are considered unwise at best and unsafe at worst. This is arrogance to an extreme – to assume that those who do not concur must be deluded or entrapped. Is it not possible they have, instead, chosen the road less travelled. Perhaps by their giving without reserve it is they who have been given the gift?

Ann’s reflections about Choice overlapped with these others. She reminds us that

“with each loss, staggering or common, so the choice comes: gratitude or resentment.”

In fact this choice is always ours, not just with loss but every time life changes. Every decision necessarily closes other doors. We cannot do it all, or least not well. So yes, committing to a man, to children, to a vocation necessarily means there are now many other paths no longer open to us. We have a choice – bitterness or joy, carefully metered out affection or total self-donation. We are not victims. Those emotions come from inside of us, they are not inflicted upon us. We choose. That truth is most liberating. It is not about coercion. It is about laying down one’s life freely. This is true empowerment.

I wish I could have known that before I began this journey. I am not sure words could have ever spoken as compellingly as the grasp of a newborn’s tiny hand around my finger. They could never have explained the ‘safe place’ that was the embrace of a man who loves you. It hasn’t been without trial. It has been messy at times, as life usually is. Still it is a beautiful mess. It is a gift. Given and received.

I thank God I did not miss it.

*note – If you were inclined to think these voices belong to another era, think again. Just yesterday a friend forwarded me her son’s high school English summer assignment list. It was populated by just such authors. She was justifiably alarmed as they have begun to work their way through the list. : /

Daybook May 19th

I have so enjoyed the Simple Woman’s Daybook so am creating my own this week. It is perfect for those of us who are over-fond of bullet style presentations lol!

FOR TODAY

Outside my Window… bright sun and clear skies, Lark Buntings who have visited frequently of late.

I am thinking… how happy I am that scouts is on summer break!

I am thankful for… what promises to be a peaceful day – for a Monday.

From the kitchen… leftover chocolate cake. (I am pg – that’s my story and I am sticking to it!) Do I get points if it is made with barley flour and is without frosting?

I am creating... a baby.

I am going... to make a menu, a shopping list, and run errands. (all you ‘bad guys’ out there, know that this house is never EVER empty. That is why I have to leave periodically lol! There are always adults here and large neighbor men in overalls with a good aim….)

I am wearing… black swing skirt which I bought too big last year. Guess what? It fits now. Yellow sweater set. Black sandals.

I am reading... Mitten Strings for God. Getting plenty of affirmation for our slow lane approach to life.

I am hoping… for time to sit with my husband some evening this week.

I am hearing… Aidan singing and Brendan sneaking into the pantry. He SO thinks I didn’t notice.

Around the house… there is a box of new books from the library book sale. A mess in the sunroom from a half finished chore on Sat. Compost in the front beds that needs to be tilled.

One of my favorite things… is our jacuzzi tub. I snuck upstairs and filled it Sat night. I am making a habit out of it even if I am pg and have to make the water less than scalding.

A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week... finish reworking the school room. That may roll into next week since we moved the rest of the fabric in there. Some of the kids are racing Fri nite. The lamp by the road needs to be put back on the post since the storm. Literally snapped in two.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you… Real friends slip dark chocolate bars into your purse at church. Thank you Cheryle!

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Oh where oh where….

Have I been? Under the weather. By way of quick update all of our does have kidded over the past week. We had twins on Wed, triplets (!) on Thursday, and a single on Friday. Whew! What a week. They are all up and outside, bouncing around like they do.

Allen and Moira ran a 10 and 5k respectively on Saturday morning. Moira came in 3rd for her age group and Allen was first for his! They were both pleased. It was an especially good morale boost for Moira since it was only her second race.

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We took the crazy cow to the auction this weekend. Nothing seemed to work with her. She has gone under, over and through everything we have attempted to contain her inside. I share this so you know that homestead projects don’t always go as planned. You prepare, you follow directions, you seek advice from oldtimers. And sometimes they tell you, “Some are like that. Sell her.” So we did. We kept the bull calf. He has been a sweetie since the day he arrived. We are hoping he remains so. If not, we know the way to the auction. This is all about trial and error. You win some and you lose some. It is a great life. It is not one of ease though.

Otherwise, we are working on finishing up some deep cleaning projects which are never a once and for all event, are they? I have some new fabric here I would like to make up into a skirt for Tess. All the preschool stuff needs to be reboxed and moved around to marry the craft area with the rest of the school room.

Sooo, it’s all that. : ) All that and a bout of bronchitis that has set in and not let go. But, it can’t last forever right? I am hanging onto that light at the end of the tunnel. And yes, I know what they say about those…

CM downloads

I recently purchased Simply Charlotte Mason’s Laying Down the Rails ebook. Awesome! I have been printing in little chunks and hope to finish soon. They have gathered pertinent quotes from the series and organized them by trait. Included are tips to develop each habit. Best of all are the questions for mom at the end of each chapter. I think I am going to jot some of these down on index cards and just rotate through them periodically, even one a day or whatnot. It is amazing how many durned things there are to remember, isn’t it? Helps like these are so welcome. They keep my focus on the children and the home.

There is a free download at the site called Education Is… which explains very well the balance between ideology, discipline, and environment. Excellent perspective about how these factors intersect to form a three-legged stool. Without one of those legs the whole topples. Check it out.

Ok and now my icalendar is beeping to remind me to go read aloud. Have a wonderful day. : )

right brain, left brain

We homeschoolers are a funny bunch. We are intensely interested in life and we have a particular need to sort and categorize things, including ourselves. We try on different educational theories to see which is the best fit. We hold out hope that we will eventually find our label. Labels come in handy in the homeschool world. They net you membership in support groups and validation from your peers. They are a means of ready identification when you meet other homeschoolers. Why hello, pleased to meet you. Yes, we are the so and so family and we are ______ (unschoolers, a unit study family, classical educators, Charlotte Mason fans, Montessorians, fill-in-the-blank)

We are a fickle bunch however, and membership in some of these groups is more abundant than in others at any given time making it even harder to discern our place. In our zeal to understand and to be understood we often exert unnecessary energy trying to find our niche. It can be especially frustrating for those of us who don’t fall neatly into just one of those boxes. I say that as a woman who has rendered herself totally ineligible for box membership by the sheer number of inexplicable contradictions that are who I am. For instance, I am a devotee of natural foods. I cut my culinary teeth on Laurel’s Kitchen and Moosewood favorites. And yet, I really love a cold, neon colored Jones Soda from time to time.

If you call my house, chances are good you will hear classical music in the background. If I am cleaning then you may hear celtic or golden oldies – probably very loud. If we are driving home from town at night I may well be listening to sappy love songs punctuated by the hypnotic voice of Delilah cooing out of the radio into the night. Chances are good though, I will be flipping the channel periodically to hear what my other favorite DJ has to say – Alice Cooper. He comes on at 7. I have an odd fascination with the man whose real life bears no resemblence to his stage persona.

My childhood home is a small, period correct Victorian. I can decorate a room in that style with one hand tied behind my back. And yet, my fondest wish is to have a 60’s style rambler with lots of glass and an IKEA interior. It works well with my full life and my love for color and clean lines. It reminds me of the people and places from way back when that are no longer with us.

My husband is no different. He leaves for work every morning in a suit and tie, looking every bit the corporate executive he is. Other times you can spot him in a checked flannel shirt and boots stringing barbwire or driving the tractor looking every bit like the hobby farmer he is. He falls asleep promptly if he sits still for more than a minute or two. And yet, he regularly runs marathons in great time.

So yeah. It’s like that. I could go on but I suspect you get the point. Our life is a study in contrasts. I wouldn’t have it any other way – except when it comes to the problem of lingo. If I include just a few of the adjectives at any given time people often come away with a very incomplete, often lopsided picture. I think that may have happened in discussing structure, obedience, and so on. Those words are loaded with connotation, as are ‘military’ and ‘order’. So if you will indulge me for a moment I will explain my take on balance and choosing your labels carefully.

A lot of greater minds than mine struggle with how to reconcile volition and obedience, structure and spontaneity, creativity and order, intellect and intuition. I have a different take on the dilemma. Perhaps it is simplistic of me (though I think we are at greater risk of overthinking) but I don’t see a dilemma at all. I think both ends of the spectrum can and do co-exist quite happily and in fact they complement each other in fundamental ways. I seem to be in decent company with this opinion. Close examination of some of the most popular educational and child-rearing philosophies reveals a number of similarities among seemingly distinct methods.

Montessori schools alternate group work with individual work, teacher presentations with ample opportunity for discovery, all within a comforting, predictable framework. This unchanging routine frees the child to think about the tasks at hand versus splitting his attention between his work and his environment, wondering what to expect next.

Charlotte Mason bemoaned the views of children held by her contemporaries. She advocated for relevance and respect in the curriculum. Her short lessons and insistence upon free afternoons spent out of doors has earned her the affection of many. And yet, she was rigidly structured in many ways. Her curriculum was planned in detail, covered an enormous amount of ground each year and held the formation of habit to be foundational to success.

The Avilian Method follows the monastic model which balances social and private times, prayer and work, with recreation and rest.

The Swann family who worked through the Calvert School curriculum at an accelerated pace kept their studies within the mid-morning hours. Though they worked responsibly with no nonsense during those hrs the children were absolutely free to do what they wished for the remainder of their day. Mrs Swann says:

Has this schedule, which we have adjusted over the years to accommodate our growing family and changing needs but which remains as rigid as ever, squelched creativity and inhibited individual expression? Absolutely not! These rules actually give my children a good deal of freedom that they might not enjoy in a less structured setting. After all, they know that they will be finished with both their routine housework and schoolwork by 11:30 a.m. The rest of the day is theirs to spend as creatively as they like.

she also says to: encourage them to get creative without your input. When adults get involved, children will often back off and lose interest. My personal rule is that I never interfere with my children’s leisure activities.

Has this outside structure wounded the Swann kids? Apparently not. Alexandra, in relating their story, ends with the comment that if given the opportunity (with her own children) she hopes to recreate their childhood ‘as closely as possible’.

Waldorf Schools, which may seem completely incongruent with the proceeding list, in fact do share many similar ideals though at times the terminology may be different. You hear of the inbreath and outbreath new review do In Waldorf circles this means alternating periods of concentrated study – or the intake of concepts – with periods of creative activity such as handcrafts, painting, or movement. Integral to the method is the establishment of both daily and yearly rhythms:

reverence and rhythm No one can say too much in praise of reverence, but another quality gave me so much peace, a feeling of harmony and centeredness that stabilizes the life forces. That quality was pattern or rhythm – the recurring activities, each day, each week, each year.By Esther Leisher

Therefore formal learning for us just becomes a part of our family rhythm. Jones Family

From a purely biblical point of view one can see that Jesus Himself alternated periods of direct instruction and formal debate with informal times of rest and relaxation. We need both. To thrive in this world we need a balance between income and spending, work and recreation, study and assimilation, exercise and rest, inspiration and perspiration, order and creative chaos.

My husband does have a military background. I can assure you however we do not run a ‘military academy’. We do not call the children to the schoolroom by bugle, nor have them fall-in for math drills. While images of Captain Von Trapp and his whistle are amusing, I am afraid you won’t find that here. Please do not infer excessive force when you read about our ideals. They are ‘ideals’ which means in reality we often fall short though we are making progress.

We also practice attachment parenting which means that we choose to ease our children into routine rather than enforce it by whatever means possible. Their struggles are more related to human slugginess rather than against authority. While I am pleased that their cooperation generally comes from their heart I was also relieved last year when I spotted a skunk walking into the barn and was able to say GO RIGHT OUT THE BACK DOOR! without having to debate my reasons before they acted. There is a time for discussion and a time for stepping out in faith.

A friend tells of a mom she knew who made her kids stay up til 11pm one night finishing the last coloring pages scheduled by their curriculum for that day. Her kids are now in school where she has been rumored to have chastised the nuns for not giving enough homework. The good sisters feel that the 7 hrs they have them is more than enough time for formal learning and that afternoons and evenings should belong to the family. God bless them. : ) In their zeal there are a few moms who are more demanding than even the monastics. That is not balance, it is legalism. It is exerting authority arbitrarily – just because you can. I am so not about that and I hope that you are not either. These examples seem to be the exception though.

It is highly unlikely that children in a healthy, happy, growing family will not have opportunity to explore and bounce ideas around. There IS however the possiblity that, in the hustle and bustle, some core academic skills may not be sufficiently honed. Therefore, I do think it is ok to be intentional. It is in fact a fine thing to live life on purpose, with clear goals and gentle guidance. While children definitely need down time to assimilate new information and make it their own, they need something to assimilate, something to chew on.

One mom admitted to confusion when reading descriptions of kids doing logic puzzles, painting, handcrafts, hikes, field trips, music, discussion, and read alouds when these were presented as replacement for formal academics. She asked, aren’t those things we all do anyway? To which I would say I hope so! Those are ‘outbreath’ activities to borrow the Waldorf phrase. We do those in our very ample down time and enjoy them a great deal. They apply the skills learned in more traditional courses and help flesh out the framework those studies lay. They refresh us for times of more concentrated academics and both types of work bless us greatly.

There is no apology necessary for lovingly planning for our children. We can confidently plot a course between the extremes and begin this journey together. Many days it will be smooth sailing thanks to our maps and our provisions. Other days the water will be choppier. Some days we will anchor a bit and enjoy the view. Others, we will send up the sails and catch the wind. We can expect that we will reach the harbor safely and in good time however. We know where we are going even if we hit some unexpected weather along the way. There is joy in the journey to be sure, but that doesn’t mean it is necessarily better to be without a destination.

There are no ‘sides’ to this discussion in the sense of controversy, there are simply many facets to a full life. Unless we are cultivating a very one dimensional existence, we will incorporate elements from many approaches and not find them contradictory at all. So what does this make us? Are we traditional? Alternative? Artsy? Analytical? what? We may be all those things at different times as they help us reach our goals. We are right brained AND left brained. We got both for a reason. We breathe with both lungs. We are fellow travelers with our children through life. While we stand close by and steer through the rough patches we ever have an eye towards handing off the wheel (without shipwreck) and our choices are guided by that goal. Here’s to all of us as we work to that end!

Friday Funschool O

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O is for Owls

ASL O and Owl

O Template – Color it orange and glue Cheerios to cover this week

O tracer pages

I Spy O

O is for Opposites: use images like these to make cards to match
You can play the game verbally in the car or around the table by asking things such as “If I am not hot I am….
If we are not down we are …… If it is not night then it is …..”

Eric Carles Opposites

Tana Hoban’s Exactly the Opposite

Shape – Octogon If you haven’t already, consider printing a shape template page to add to the binder/mini-office.

Montessori Trays:
scoop cheerios into varied containers
peel oranges
make paper chains by gluing long strips of paper into intersecting O’s

Science: read about owls. Discuss the term nocturnal. Dissecting owl pellets is a big hit in grade schools. Older Funschoolers who are game can try this virtual dissection.
O is for oil as well. Demonstrate that oil and water do not mix. Can make a discovery bottle to display.

Coordination Games: make O rings out of paper plates. See if your Funschooler can spin them on an arm, finger, or on a stick.

Lit:

Owl at Home by Arnold Lobel
Owls by Gail Gibbons
Owl Moon by Jane Yolen
Owl Babies by Martin Waddell
All about Owls by Jim Arnosky (renowned nature artist/author!)
Tiger with Wings by Barbara Esbensen
I’m Not Scared by Jonathan Allen

Classic Lit:
The Owl and the Pussycat

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat

I.

1The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
2 In a beautiful pea-green boat:
3They took some honey, and plenty of money
4 Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
5The Owl looked up to the stars above,
6 And sang to a small guitar,
7″O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
8 What a beautiful Pussy you are,
9 You are,
10 You are!
11 What a beautiful Pussy you are!

II.

12Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl,
13 How charmingly sweet you sing!
14Oh! let us be married; too long we have tarried:
15 But what shall we do for a ring?”
16They sailed away, for a year and a day,
17 To the land where the bong-tree grows;
18And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
19 With a ring at the end of his nose,
20 His nose,
21 His nose,
22 With a ring at the end of his nose.

III.

23″Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
24 Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
25So they took it away, and were married next day
26 By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
27They dined on mince and slices of quince,
28 Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
29And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
30 They danced by the light of the moon,
31 The moon,
32 The moon,
33 They danced by the light of the moon.
A favorite poet is Ogden Nash. Sorta should be N I suppose but who forgets a name like Ogden?

Crafts:
Owl Coloring pages – color a simple owl shape and cut out. Glue to navy or black cardstock. Glue a small twig to the page to make the owl appear to be perched in the tree. Can cut out a small yellow circle to place in the ‘sky’ as a moon.

Make a Paper Plate Owl

Snacks: oreos, Cheerios, oranges (slice into circles) olives, onion rings, donuts : )

Fingerplay:

Five wise old owls
Sat on a barn door
One flew away
And then their were four
Four wise old owls
Sat down for tea
One fell in his cup
And then there were three
Three wise old owls
Hooted on cue
One lost his voice
And then there wer two
Two wise old owls
Weren’t having any fun
So one fell asleep
And then there were One
One wise old owl
In the setting sun
Flew off to the forest
And then there were none.

Poem for memorizing (I love this one!):
A wise old owl
lived in an oak;
the more he saw
the less he spoke;
the less he spoke
the more he heard.
Why can’t we all be
like that wise old bird.

O is for Obedience
Our bible lessons this week focus upon the 10 Commandments. God asks us to obey. Why? Because obedience is the only way to be truly happy and our obedience makes those around us happier as well. It also shows God we love him hence our memory verse:
“If you love me, keep my commandments.” John 14:15
Make Moses’ stone tablets and display them as a reminder. Children should understand that obedience is not only for children. We are all called to obey. Good opportunity to remind children that, as in many areas of life, we do not lead far out ahead nor push from behind but that we are fellow travelers with them.