Why Josiah Wilberforce?

Josiah turned 3 today – which is a crazy thought! Those of you who know him will know that there is never a dull moment with Josiah! He’s our bundle of super active, totally hilarious, crazy fun joy! Team Lee is all the stronger and full of more hugs and kisses because of Josiah. So today seems like a good opportunity to tell you why we picked his name.

The story of King Josiah is a story of a young boy with a wicked father who is killed and so, at the age of 8, Josiah takes his place as king of Judah. After a long line of evil kings, Josiah walks in the way of the Lord, restoring the temple and reinstituting the laws and statutes of the Israelites. We hope that this story will serve to remind us, our Josiah, and others who know him of three main things.

Firstly, the story of Josiah is one of grace. Obviously of God’s grace towards Judah and Josiah, but also, significantly for us, God’s grace to us as parents. Josiah’s father Amon was an evil king, and yet Josiah became one of Judah’s greatest kings. So whilst we absolutely believe that our boys are given to us by God for a time, and with that comes a great responsibility to love, nurture and guide them the very best that we can, we also know that God’s grace is greater and His plan for their lives more enduring than our failings and weaknesses as parents.

Secondly, age ain’t nothing but a number! A person’s faith or relationship to God should not be judged on the basis of age. Of course it will change and develop over the years, in line with the way people grow up and change and develop, but this doesn’t make it any more ‘real’ or ‘valid’. The faith of a child, albeit perhaps less articulate to the adult ear, is no less true or beautiful to God. And God is no less able to use a child than an adult for His purposes. I think sometimes we underestimate what God can do through our children, and we expect too little of them: we run programmes and events for them; plan what we want to teach them; require them to go through courses and articulate things in a way we as adults understand before allowing them to partake in certain aspects of church life – but I don’t think this is what God sees. Of course the Bible is clear we have a duty to teach and raise up our children, pointing them to Christ all the time; but we also have a responsibility to let their ministry flourish, to let God work through them, to see what they can teach us.

Thirdly, when Josiah brings in his reforms, he does so in full force. He completely purges Judah of all traces of idol worship and other gods, in order to restore the temple of the Lord God. He doesn’t make allowances, he doesn’t turn a blind eye so long as it’s kept quiet, he doesn’t make ‘pastoral accomodations’, he doesn’t chalk things up as ‘different theological persuations’. He wants the truth and God’s way and he pursues it whole heartedly. He’s not worried how it might come across, or what people might say, or whether everyone is happy with the implications. He makes no exceptions or alterations to make it more palatable or inviting. I pray that our boys would have a heart for the way of God’s truth like this.

We gave Josiah the middle name ‘Wilberforce’ after William Wilberforce. Wilberforce fought for what he believed to be right, even though it seemed ridiculous and, at times, hopeless. He was willing to risk his reputation and career for what was right. He took the hard path and was a voice for the voiceless. This pursuit of what is right in the face of opposition is a characteristic we hope our children emulate.

We also gave the name Wilberforce because of how William Wilberforce came to understand what it means to serve God and minister. In the film ‘Amazing Grace’ there is a scene where Mr Clarkson says to William Wilberforce “Mr Wilberforce, we understand that you are having problems choosing to do the work of God, or the work of a political activist.” Hannah Moore then says “We humbly suggest that you can do both”. At the risk of tampering with this wonderful moment, I would want to say that actually, not only can you do both, but you must do both.

1 Peter 4:10-11 says “As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace: whoever speaks, as one who speaks oracles of God; whoever serves, as one who serves by the strength that God supplies – in order that through everything God may be glorified through Jesus Christ.”  If we are in Christ and living out his call on our lives, everything we do will be the work of God – we are his workmanship, created for good works (Ephesians 2:10). This means that there is no distinction between doing the work of God, and anything else we do. If you are a Christian and a political activist, then you are doing the work of God by being a political activist. If you are a Christian and a mum, then you are doing the work of God by being a mum. If you are a Christian and a vicar, then you are doing the work of God by being a vicar. There is no calling where we are any less doing the work of God, and we are therefore called to serve whole heartedly in the ministry God has put us.

To me, as a mum, I hope that this will serve as a reminder and encouragement that I’m not ‘just’ a mum: I am called by God to be a mum, and this is the work He created me for. Therefore it’s not ok to just ‘get by’, or become complacent: it’s an honour and a privilege to be called to this, and it demands my best.

“I’d love to home-educate, but…”

We’re reaching the end of August and, for many, thoughts are starting to turn to the start of the new school term. I want
ed to write this post because, when I say to people that we home-educate, a response I often get is ‘I’d love to do that but I can’t because…’ – and, indeed, I often find I have many of the same concerns. I want to encourage you that, if home-educating is something that you really are considering, that it is something you can do. Of course there are hurdles to overcome, but they’re often not as large as we might imagine.

This isn’t a post about why we chose to home-educate or to put forward the argument to home-educate. Hopefully I will write that one day, but it’ll be a much longer post, and I’ll need to re-read some books to write that. This is a post to encourage those who genuinely do want to home-educate but have reservations. I’m hoping to cover the main ones I hear, but if you would love to home-educate and you have some questions I don’t answer, do feel free to ask in the comments.

I wish I could home-educate, but…boaz samuel

…I don’t know how to take my child out of school.

Believe it or not, this is actually surprisingly simple. The law is clear that a child’s parents have to ensure that a child is suitably educated – but that this does not have to happen at school. School is one option parents may chose to ensure their child gets a suitable education, but it is byno means compulsory and certainly doesn’t need to be considered the default.

So, if your child has never been to school then you simply don’t send them. You don’t have to ask permission or register: your child’s education is your responsibility, not the state’s, and you have the option to choose to send your child to school, but equally the option not to. If your child is already at school, you will need to send a de-registration letter to the school informing them of your decision. You may find the website www.educationotherwise.net helpful in giving further information and draft letters. Click on the ‘HE and the law‘ tab to find the relevant information.

…I’m not clever enough.

I think there are three things I’d like to say to encourage you here. Firstly, there are an awful lot of resources to help out there: books, dvds, online courses, home-ed group classes, one-to-one tuition. You don’t need to hold all the necessary information at the outset.
Secondly, there are various different home-education methods and philosophies, but a lot of home-educators take, to varying degrees, something of a child-led approach. That is, we explore what the child is interested together in and learn alongside them, rather than ‘teach’ them in the traditional sense of the term. Obviously there’s a lot to be said about this, and it is very different to the ‘norm’ and so may jar a little, but books from the likes of John Holt, Raymond and Dorothy Moore, Ross Mountney, and Jan Fortune-Wood will help to explain it further.
Thirdly, I have the utmost respect for teachers: I think they do a phenomenal job for very little respect. But, they’re not omniscient either. There are things they don’t know too. They may know the national curriculum far better than me, and they may know more about child development than me, but they don’t know my child better than me, and they simply don’t have the time to help my child explore the particular questions and interests that they may have.

…I don’t have any teaching qualifications.

Nope, me neither. And there’s no legal requirement for you to at all. If you’re worried that this might mean you are not capable of teaching your child, remember that a lot of teaching is about helping a class of 30 learn together – that’s not what you’ll be doing. You’ll be helping guide your child’s exploration and education. Also, there are a lot of teachers who home-educate because they don’t want their children to be a part of the school system – they find that the whole school system inhibits their ability to actually teach.

…I need my ‘me time’.

I absolutely agree that we all need a chance to re-fuel and to prepare ourselves for the work God has given us. However, I’m not sure I agree with the notion of ‘me time’, as I explain in a previous blog post. It is, of course, important to be intentional about building in rest time and ‘re-fueling’ time – I often have a bit of a lie in on a Saturday morning and during the week I like to go for a run and have a bath in the evening. But it’s also important to remember that raising school aged children is a calling and requires sacrifice – and if you truly believe that home-educating wouldbe beneficial to your children, perhaps that sacrifice is in giving up some of what you need for a season, to provide your children with what they need.

…I work.

I guess this is similar to the above point: if you truly want to home-educate then, for a time, it may be that your job needs to be sacrificed. I know this seems easy to say from my point of view – we’ve only ever had one income as Boaz was born so soon after I finished my degree that I’ve never worked, and so we’ve always lived within the means of one income. We’ve never bought a house, or gone on holiday abroad (apart from our honeymoon), or eaten out often, or had two cars, or had contract smart phones – and so we’ve never had to give any of those things up for me to stay at home. But I have had to make sacrifices to do this – turn down opportunities, come to terms with it being unlikely that I’ll ever have a ‘career’, losing touch with friends because I can’t afford to do many of the things they do. But I would readily make the same decision again, because I believe home-educating to be that important to the nurturing of my children.
It’s also worth noting that there are home-educators who do work – they figure it out with their partners so that one of them is always at home, or they have family who are able to help out. I know not everyone has this option, but sometimes it’s worth thinking creatively.

…My children are so different.

I hear you on this!! I really don’t know how it’s possible to have three boys all 5 and under who are already so so different!! And not just because of their different ages, but they are just so different in interests, personality, temperament, skills and learning styles. The reality is, your child is unlikely to be the same as the other 30-ish children in their class! And if they seem to be, it may well be at the detriment of their own unique selves being able to flourish.

…I can’t afford to.

Home-educating does bring with it some extra costs – there’s no denying that! The resources and facilities that school-educated children get freely, home-educated children don’t. That said, with the current surge in home-education a lot of places are offering ‘home-education’ rates which match the school rates. And there are a lot of things that can be done for free, and resources that can be picked up second hand. Also, if you like an annual holiday, you won’t need to pay peak prices to go during the school holidays! And you don’t have to do everything – one thing I’ve really learnt to value is simplicity of life and how children can flourish with time simply spent together reading or baking or playing board games.

…I’m a single parent.

I’m afraid I can’t really speak into this: I’m married and my husband is very supportive of our home-educating. There are single parents who home-educate and are doing a fantastic job! If you’re a single parent who is interested in home-educating, perhaps I could help put you in touch with someone who might be able to alleviate some of your concerns.

…Getting my children to do their homework is enough of a challenge.

As I’ve already mentioned, the approach to education in home-education is often very different to that in school education. This means that that horrendous experience sat at the kitchen table trying to get your uninterested child to please do their home work or else therewon’t be any fun ever again while you empty a bottle of gin each evening won’t have to happen. Your child will be exploring things that interest them and developing skills that are suited to them – and so are likely to become much more motivated, self driven learners. Do hunt out some of the authors mentioned above if this sounds exciting but a bit crazy!

…My children won’t have enough socialising time.

I think the response to this is twofold. Firstly, there is plenty of time to socialise! In fact, I have to make sure that I keep in check not over scheduling us. But secondly, and perhaps more importantly, I think we maybe need to reassess what it means to socialise. As adults we socialise with, usually, smaller groups with people of varying ages, andbetween all of whom there is some element of ‘give and take’: we offer friendship and support, and we receive friendship and support. This, to my mind, is normal socialising – but it bears very little resemblance to the school classroom or playground where there are 30+ children of similar ages all with very similar needs to be met from a very limited number of adults. By being with (or near) my child during a lot of their social interactions, I’m able to help guide them through the ups and down and complexities of social interaction which will, I hope, enable them to become compassionate, resilient, understanding and sensitively assertive adults. In the school classroom and playground there are simply not enough adults to give what, I believe, is the necessary attention to children’s interactions to help them grow into the kind of adults society needs.

…My child is thriving at school.

I ask this sensitively – but are they? I was a typical ‘thriver’: high grades, gifted and talented registered, good reports, nodetentions, solid group of friends, got on well with the system, deputy head girl, certificates and awards. But, as I’ve reflected on some of the issues and attitudes I have today, things that have held me back and caused me hurt, I’ve found that I can trace a large number of them back to my school years. I would say my conclusion is this: I conformed, so it seemed I thrived – even to myself. The truth, it has turned out, is very different. I would tentatively suggest that the school environment, which needs so much conformity to function, cannot be a place that allows for the true thriving of individuals.

…My child won’t get to play sports.

I think sometimes we have rose tinted glasses when we think about the sports that children get to play at school. So many sports resources are not allowed during breaks because of health and safety, PE is not exactly a huge part of the timetable and, when it is, trying to get 30 children to all have a go at whatever is being played means not a massive amount of time for each child. In reality, to actually play any sport consistently, it needs to be done in an extra-curricular setting – which you’ll have a lot more time for home-educating.

…I’d worry I was failing my child.

I worry about this everyday. I don’t really think I’d worry about it any less if my child was at school: I’d just find other things to worry about failing them at. And I’d worry the school was failing them (though at least then I’d have someone else to blame!). The authors I’ve mentioned earlier in the post might help to calm your fears as they explain the benefits of different approaches to education. Something else I’ve found help
ful is to really think and reflect on the question: What’s the point of education? And what’s the point of childhood? What do they need to learn? Why? What are they going to do with it? How should they learn it? Who should decide what they learn? What do I want to shape my child? What do impact do I want their childhood to have? What kind of childhood do I want them to have? What kind of adults do I want them to grow into? Where do I want them to find their identity? How do I want them to treat other people? What do I want them to value and pursue? These are questions that I can’t answer for you, but I found that there was no place for the state school system in my answers to these questions.

I hope that this may encourage you that home-educating is not something unattainable or with too many hurdles to overcome. Of course it’s not easy – something with such a high calling as parenting should never be easy. But it is absolutely doable, and school-educating does not need to be the default just because we’re scared of what home-educating might mean.

It’s Outrageous! Old people voted!

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Titus 2:1-8 is one of my ideals for society – a society where we learn from our elders and where we humbly listen to what they have to say. I long for relationships with older women in my church who can help guide me in loving my husband and children, being self-controlled and pure, working at home and being kind and submissive to my husband. The Bible is clear that our elders are not to be disregarded and that they have much to offer us.

I must admit that I have often felt frustrated at opinions that sometimes feel as though they come from people with age on their side. But perhaps it is because they have age on their side that they also have wisdom on their side. Perhaps they were once tempestuous and impatient like me! And perhaps I would do well to listen and learn. And I am trying to; and by the grace of God I hope that I am growing in humility and getting better at it.
Consequently, I am really quite amazed at some of the anger aimed towards our elders after the referendum vote. Talks of high elderly turnout swinging the vote, and the suggestion that this is somehow unfair because they only have to live with the decision for 16 years. Either we are a democracy, or we are not. And if we are, every vote is equally valid and respected. Regardless of age. Or gender. Or sexual orientation. Or political opinion. Or religion.
Now, personally, I’d love to see a voting system where there is no minimum age and votes are accepted based on some kind of gauge of understanding of the issues. But, of course, this isn’t going to happen.
So here’s the thing. These ‘old people’ who are going to die soon, who have “destroyed our country” for future generations – some of them fought for your freedom and the freedom of future generations. Some of them lost fathers and brothers for your freedom. They have lived life both in and out of the EU. They have watched Prime Minsters and governments come and go. They have lived through many economic hardships. The possibility of not being able to freely travel through Europe as students or on road trips is lamented and blamed on elderly voters: elderly voters who had no opportunity for higher education and only travelled through Europe to offer their lives for your freedom.
Perhaps we could offer them a little respect. Perhaps we could stop suggesting that their vote is in some way less worthy because of their age. And perhaps we could stop directing anger at them on social media, where many of them have no means of defending themselves.

Why I voted ‘Leave’

Here’s something outrageous. I’m not sure I agree with democracy as it is in our country! I know, I should probably be anathematised. I’ve been known  to suggest, to the horror of people listening, that I think there should be some kind of multiple choice test to determine that the issues are understood before your vote is counted. And if that had been the case with this referendum I suspect my vote would not have been counted. And I’d have been OK with that.

But that’s not how it works. And as I have a vote I believe I have a responsibility to use that vote, along with all the the other eligible voters with their differing degrees of understanding.
And I voted leave.
This wasn’t a decision I took lightly: it was taken after much prayer and, albeit limited, thinking about the question and debates. And I want to explain what got me to this decision, not because I expect it to change your mind (and even if it did, it wouldn’t matter because the vote has been and gone) but because some of the things that have been said since the vote on social media have been, if I’m honest, hurtful. I want to offer an explanation in the hope that, perhaps, if anyone does read this, it soften their hearts somewhat to those of us who did vote leave.
So, here goes:
1. The EU was established in the wake of the devastation of WW2 and with the need to rebuild relationships. We’re no longer in that place, and I didn’t feel that a strong enough reason for the continuation of such a body was given. Especially when the way it works today is so far removed from those initial ideals.
2.  I hope that leaving the EU will lessen the growth of UKIP and the far right. What have they got to fight for now? Their whole battleground this past General Election was the EU and ‘taking back control’. We’ve done that now. Those who moved from the Conservatives and Labour this General Election will now, I hope, move back to their original allegiances. Obviously I have absolutely no evidence of this – just a hope.
3. The EU and immigration gets scapegoated often for issues we face in our country. Perhaps now we can more readily work together to look for a solution to our difficulties, rather than lambasting a political body and immigration.
4. I believe in small government. I believe in helping those you know of in need and not expecting the government to sort it. I believe in lower taxes but higher personal giving. Idealistic I know. But there we go. And so I honestly think that less high level governance is better.
5. We don’t have to come out of relationship with European countries just because we’re not in the EU together, surely? Surely we can respect and relate to one another without having to have it orchestrated and given authority by a political body.
6. Our economy may crash once we’ve left. But I’m sure the last recession happened whilst we were still in the EU. And some countries within the EU are not exactly enjoying economic success right now.
7. I believe that multiculturalism and immigration is fantastic for our country. But I think that, before we consider what makes our country exciting and vibrant, we need to consider the plight of political and social refugees. Perhaps now we have the potential to say ‘no’ to unlimited European movement we’ll more readily have open arms and doors for those fleeing war torn countries and persecution. They might not bring ‘as much’ to our country, but I’m not sure that what we can ‘get out’ of people should be our primary motive.
So there we go. You are totally at liberty to think I made a bad decision, that I didn’t fully understand the arguments, or that I have missed the point entirely. But please, don’t call me a racist anymore. Please stop saying that the way I think makes you want to leave the country. Please stop using social media as a way to say things about me that you wouldn’t say to me over coffee – it hurts no less. Please don’t try to humiliate and belittle me by saying that you can’t possibly believe how anyone could vote this way: I made the best decision I could based on the information I had. And please don’t call me small minded: no, I might not have fully understood this debate and all its issues, but I didn’t set out to offend or hurt anyone.

Why we’re not ‘Going for the girl’

Having three boys, something I hear a lot of is ‘So, are you going to go for the girl?’. In fact, it’s something I started hearing pretty much as soon as we had the 20 week scan with Boaz and found out he was a boy. Usually this question just elicits a nervous laugh from me, and an attempt to change the subject quickly. But I’m going to give a proper response here because a) I think this is something that does need a proper response and not just glossing over and b) I want my children to grow up knowing that they are dearly loved and wanted for who they are.

So here is my answer to that bizarre question.

No.

We are not ‘going for the girl’. Firstly, biology dictates that this is impossible. But, aside from this, children are a gift from the sovereign Lord. He knew them before the beginning of time. He has fearfully and wonderfully made each one of them. And He has ordained that each one of our children, thus far, should be boys. And in a world where society seems to say that it is OK for men to act as boys and shirk their responsibilities as fathers and husbands, what an honour and a privilege to be tasked with a ministry to raise Christian men of the next generation who will, Lord willing, be men of God in whatever He calls them to.

So to all my children, present and any future children, I want to say this: You are fearfully and wonderfully made and we are honoured and blessed that God chose to task us to be your parents. We love you. You. And we do not wish that you had been anyone other than who you are.

To any future boys that God may bless us with: You were not supposed to be a girl. We are so pleased that God has blessed us with you. We love you. Never feel that you’re only here because we were hoping for a girl.

To any future girls that God may bless us with: You are a blessing from the Lord and we love you. There is no expectation for you to be anyone other than you are. We were not holding out for you, in that we were not holding out for someone to put in dresses or do ‘girly’ things with. Please never feel a burden to be ‘girly’. We love you because you are you.

 

5 Things I’ve Learnt in 5 Years of Motherhood

Boaz turned 5 today. People always say it – but that 5 years went by unbelievably quickly! I’ve been on a very steep learning curve, and I’m still learning every day. But here are what I think are the 5 biggest things, in no particular order, that I’ve learnt since becoming a mummy.

  1. Breastfeeding is hard. Like, really hard. Before Boaz was born, my midwife gave me a DVD of young mums’ positive experiences of breastfeeding (I think because I was 21 I fell into the ‘young mums’ category). Breastfeeding was sold as this wonderful, pain-free, bonding experience which would perfectly nourish my baby and give me time to snuggle and nurture them. Pictures on the walls of the children’s centre were of mums blissfully looking down at their sweetly sleeping baby as he or she nursed peacefully.

I’m calling time on this tosh. What a lot of rubbish. Now, if you’re one of the lucky ones who seems to feed with no problem, then feel free to ignore the rest of this point. But for the rest of us, I want to ask: where on those pictures were the tears of a mummy who was beyond exhausted from sleep deprivation? Where were the pictures of a mum whose breasts were so sore she couldn’t even shower because the water hurt? Or of the mum who had to sleep with muslins shoved down her bra because, for some reason, her body thought she was feeding the 5000, not just the one baby?  Whose nipples were so cracked and painful that there was almost as much blood as milk? Who squeezed her husband’s hand when feeding because it was nearly as awful as the labour? Whose heart sank every time she heard her baby wake up because she knew she had to try and latch them on again? And then there’s mastitis. Flu like symptoms?!?! Please! When do you ever have flu but have to wake up every hour to feed a baby? Or when is a standard flu symptom to have excruciating pain in your breasts?

Breastfeeding is hard. That’s the truth. Sometimes it’s full on awful. It hurts, it’s tricky, it’s exhausting – and it’s flipping cold when you’re at the park in the winter with older children. But it does give us some opportunity to reflect on Christ and His suffering. He endured what He did because of His love for us, in the same way as we endure breastfeeding because of the love we have for our children (and perhaps also because it’s free!). That’s not at all saying that mums who don’t breastfeed love their children any less – we’ve just said how horrendous it is and sometimes, no matter how hard you try, breast feeding just won’t work out. But perhaps if we were a bit more honest about this fewer mums would feel shocked and alone when it isn’t the beautiful serene bonding experience it’s supposed to be!

 

  1. I am very, very sinful. It’s not like I was under any illusion before I had children that I wasn’t sinful – but having children seems to bring out both the best and the worst in people! I lack patience: I shout at the boys because they haven’t put their shoes on quickly enough. I’m desperately selfish: I’ll make excuses not to play with the boys because I’m checking Facebook. I’m lazy: I’ll stick on the TV or just dish out some punishment rather than try to help my children deal with the attitudes of their hearts. I’m resentful: I grow bitter against my husband that he doesn’t have to do the night feeds. And so the list goes on…

It’s not been especially pleasant having to really acknowledge the extent of this side of me over the last few years. But it has, nonetheless, been encouraging, because it is not the healthy in need of a Physician…

 

  1. Jesus isn’t Supernanny. Obviously. But all too often I found myself desperately pleading with God that he would somehow reveal himself in this way. How, I asked, can He really love my children if He’s given them to me with no clue of what to do? The answer, I’ve come to realise, is two-fold.

Firstly, God has revealed Himself through His Word. If I take the time to study Scripture and prayerfully read it, then I will come to know more and more the heart of God. It might not give me ‘3 easy steps’ to follow when I don’t know what I’m doing, but it will lead me closer to raising my children as Christ would have done. Over the years, I’ve got to know my husband more and more, and so I’m more able to make decisions that I think he would make, even though it may be a completely new situation. The same is true of God: the Bible may not tell me exactly how much sugar I should allow my children to have a day, but it does teach me about God and that our dependency and comfort should be in him, not in sugary treats. And it does teach me that we are created in the image of God, and that God had a physical body in Jesus, and so how we treat our physical bodies does matter.

Secondly, Supernanny goes into a home, shows them how to fix the problem, and then leaves them so that they have control of the situation themselves. This is not what God is in the business of doing. In fact, the very idea that God would waltz in, give us 3 easy steps to follow and then leave us to it is the complete opposite to the narrative of the Bible and the Gospel of hope that we have. God did give us rules – to begin with one very simple one, and then a plethora of more complicated but, nonetheless, theoretically do-able rules. And we couldn’t, we simply couldn’t keep them. So Jesus came to earth, lived a sinless life fulfilling all the law and then bore the wrath and death that should have been for us, so that we could be forgiven. He did it for us, because we can’t. And the Holy Spirit is given to us to help us in following Christ – but not because we have to or because it has anything to do with our salvation. But because God has works through the Holy Spirit to transform our hearts and so we want to follow God’s way, and it is part of our sanctification. Even if Jesus did come as Supernanny, our sinfulness (see above point) would mean we simply couldn’t follow any parenting law perfectly. Parenting law, like any law, would crush us. We need Jesus’ righteousness and grace in parenting as in anything. And we need to walk with Him and pray for the Holy Spirit to work within us. There’s no way we could do this on our own with a set of rules!

 

  1. My kids are fun. I assumed that I would love my children, that I would nurture them, that I would read and sing and play with them. But I don’t think I ever expected them to be fun: that I would really enjoy their company. They make me laugh; they lift my spirits with a cuddle; they amaze me with what they’ve observed; they entertain me with stories and shows. Motherhood is hard – but it can also be lots of fun if we let it. We do have to be intentional about it too, though. Sometimes we have to make a determined decision that reading another story cuddled up on the sofa takes priority over being on time, or that sharing a one-off sneaky biscuit when they wake at 3am is going to be more important than our sleep, or that instead of snapping when we feel tired and irritable we’ll take a deep breath and scoop them up for a hug.

 

  1. God is awesome. When I first thought about this point, it was going to say something like ‘I’m amazed at what I can achieve’ or ‘I can cope with so much more than I realised’. But neither of these statements is true. At all. What is true is that God really is the Sustainer of life: when you’re so sleep deprived that you think you’re going to throw up and you cry all day, God sustains and somehow you make it through till bedtime. God really is Provider: when you’re run down and overwhelmed, God puts people in your life to share your burdens. God really is Healer: when you’ve taken out all your frustrations on your husband, God works a healing power in your relationship. God really is Sovereign: when nothing makes sense and you can’t see a path through, God knows the path and will take you down it. God really is the Giver of life: when you have nothing left to give, God still uses you to give to your children.

The Inspector Who Came To See

Once there was a little boy called Boaz,
and he was playing Lego with him mummy
on the floor.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Boaz’s mummy said,
“I wonder who that can be.

It can’t be the milkman
because we go to Tesco.

And it can’t be the delivery man from Asda
because this isn’t the time I booked.

And it can’t be Daddy
because all the trains are delayed.

We’d better open the door and see.”

Boaz opened
the door, and
there was a big,
officious, OFSTED inspector.
The inspector said,
“Excuse me, but
I’m very important.
Do you think
I could have
a word with you?”
Boaz’s mummy
said, “All right,
come in.”

So the inspector came into the lounge and sat down on the sofa.

Boaz’s mummy said, “What would you like to know?”
But the inspector didn’t just answer the question.
He took all the Lego Boaz was playing with
and put it in the box with one big swipe.
CRASH!

And he still looked grumpy,
so Boaz offered him some play dough.

But the inspector didn’t play with the play dough.
He put all the play dough in the tub.
And the he cleared away all the cars,
and all the paints,
until there was nothing
left to play with on the floor.

So Boaz’s mummy said,
“Would you like to see some writing?”
And the inspector went
through all the books on the book case
and all the puzzles in the draw.

And then he looked round the house
to see what else he could find.

He looked at all the toys
that were floating in the bath…
…and all the crayons in the tin
… and all the flour and sugar in the kitchen…
…and he inspected all the DVDs,
and all the musical instruments,
and all daddy’s books
and all the teddies in the bed.

Then he said
“Thank you for an informative visit. I think I’d better go now.”

And he went.

Boaz’s mummy said, “I don’t know what to do. I had no lesson plans for the inspector, he’s seen it and made notes on it all.”

And Boaz found he couldn’t have his story time
because the inspector had removed all the books without subjunctive clauses.

Just then Boaz’s daddy came home.

So Boaz and his mummy told him what had
happened, and how the inspector had cleared away all the toys
and taken all the Bibles.

And Boaz’s daddy said, “I know what we’ll do.
I’ve got a very good idea. We’ll put on our coats
and go to a park.”

So they went out in the rain, and all the umbrellas
were up, and all the cars had their wipers on, and they
walked across a field to the park.

And they had a lovely playtime with
tree climbing and mud and puddles.

In the morning
Boaz and his mummy
made cakes
and they played
lots of dressing up.

And they also made
a very big poster of
Spelling Rools, in case
the inspector should
come to see again.

But he never did.