This post may be slightly controversial to anyone who’s child loves the series of books by Jeff Kinney, Diary of a Wimpy Kid. It’s a New York Best Seller and an easy read for many kids. But we have decided to give the books a toss out of our son’s library.
Our oldest read the The Long Haul, for the first time when we arrived in the US. It was full of humor and detailed a family road trip gone wrong. Alas, with each book we have been uncomfortable with the attitudes and ideas that “Greg”, the main character embodies.
During this Media Detox, I have actually been listening closely and have been more aware of what our kids are reading/ingesting and have asked for them to tell me the gist of the stories they are reading and have on occasion had our oldest enthusiastically read aloud one of the books from The Diary of a Wimpy Kid. After much thought and consideration for the kind of attitudes and ideas about himself and others we want our son to grow into, we have decided to give the wimpy kid the boot!
It is a teachable moment for us as a family and we are currently having discussions about the reality that the ideas that we ingest will have consequences for good or for bad.
We want our kids to be solidly built on good wholesome thoughts that nourish the soul and ignite wonder in them. We only have 24hours each day to make decisions about the kind of banquet of ideas they will be served. We only have these moments while they are still moldable to teach them how to make their own choices bearing the fruit in mind. Although the books are not evil, they are just far better options available for our son, and we are choosing to make way to those!
Guess who is sneaking his books into bed during bedtime?
Guess who simply cannot wait to find out what happens in the next chapter of her favorite book?
Guess who has realized that there are far too many books started and never finished? Moms, can I get a witness here!
Guess who has read 4 different books (adult literature) in the last month? And may I add makes me feel like my entire school career was a complete waste?
Guess who keeps asking me to point out where I am in our read-aloud, so that he can actually follow the words?
We are all awakening our love for books!
I am reading a book by Dr. Neufeld called “Hold on to your kids”, in which he encourages parents to show up and be present in the lives of their children. Dr Neufeld highlights how attachment with our kids and staying close provides the context and foundation for parenting.
I agree with this entirely, however for me healthy parenting begins from a deeper place. It’s the unseen realm of intimacy with God, a closeness to Him that sets one securely on an immovable foundation and orientation. I am able to live out and express the love of God and unshakable truth about who I am and who we are as a family, from this relationship.
I am one of those people who can rarely keep life in control. I have tried and failed dismally. It does not work. Adding kids to the mix of an imperfect people,us parents, who have no control over the future as well, requires some serious orientation and grounding. Thus building on Christ as our firm foundation is my daily prayer and pursuit.
We all have things in our lives that we sometimes attach to. It may be our work, what people think of us, even the fear of failure. These attachments and our relationship to them can easily steal life from our key relationships. And they can try to shape who we are. The things that preoccupy our hearts and compete for our affections may not be bad in themselves but taking stock every now and then is an awesome way to recalibrate and set them in their right place.
This Media Detox is helping me see ways in which our relationship to Media and all that screen stuff can be be put in their proper place. It’s also helping us give attention to our true orientation, first to God as parents and then flowing out to our family.
Rest that inspires creativity! That’s what unfolded after our rest time this afternoon.
The kids decided to take out popsicles and play. We have had these popsicles for almost a year now but this is the first time they have been willingly chosen for play.
A house made of popsicles
The popsicle kid without a Tablet.
Popsicles used as an art canvas.
I love Sundays. I love a good rest. And After today, I am adding popsicles to my list of things I love because, they are simple unassuming little sticks with abundant possibilities.
It’s 12:18am, and I am writing a quick note before bed. Ed and I have been chatting all night, detracting from our usual Saturday night ritual of tuning into a movie together. I love tuning into each other and chatting over ridiculously funny things and deeply meaningful stuff as well. I could seriously chat with Ed for hours and of course over a good glass of wine, time just seems to fly by.
The kids were treated to the story of the French Revolution, World War 1 and 2 earlier on and it was so cool to see how they hung on their father’s every word as he drew vivid pictures in the minds highlighting moments of courage and lessons from the past.
I am truly thankful to the Lord for His goodness and His grace over our lives and for moments like tonight where we can unplug from so much noise and tune in to each other.
It’s fun to sit side by side next to someone and share an experience together but nothing will beat looking into hearts and eyes and letting the sound of each other’s words fall like precious stones upon your heart.