The farther the journey, the longer it takes to find words to describe it. In addition to jet lag, that may explain why I’m taking my time in finding words to talk about where I’ve been. My suitcase is empty and laundry is done, but I’m still waking up at 3 am and sitting long to ponder and pray over what God showed us over the last two weeks. While my posts posted about the Refugee Crisis and the need to Look Up, I was keeping a fast pace across parts of Asia. Jeff and I had a front row seat to things in darkness, which means I’m not able to show or share a lot of what we saw. But I don’t want to keep the essence to myself. It will trickle out. It has to.
For today, I want to share some of where I’ve recently been online and where I am today.
- The 3 R’s of Successful Homeschooling on The MOM Initiative shares the essentials of what I know (now) mattered most in our homeschooling seasons.
- Where does real help really come from? answers a painfully pertinent question as all the world grieves with Paris.
- A 2 part series about the Refugee Crisis shared an interview with a woman on the front lines of caring for those who have left everything behind.
- How to make friends in a new season grew out of my own new season and the need for friendship in every time of life. This post was shared on Upgrade with Dawn.
- Looking out and running into the harvest shares truth I learned while watching harvesters descend on orchards near our new home.
And for today, I’m posting over at The MOB Society about creative consequences in managing children. Specifically, creativity in managing boys. It’s not the story of one of my finest moments, but as a new teacher in my pre-mom years, it’s a lesson I’ll never forget when it comes to being creative, but compassionate. Here’s a glimpse …
Creative Consequences with The MOB Society
I was not a seasoned teacher or mom the day I passed the trash can and caught the odor. A little digging revealed the source. One of my first graders had wrapped a handful of poop in a piece of handwriting paper. I don’t remember how I privately discovered the identity of the offender, but it wasn’t long before the tallest boy in class stood beside me at the corner by my desk. Examination of his fingernails confirmed his deed. Despite the fact he stood almost to my collar bone and could lift a desk without flinching, his toddler-type cheeks and watery eyes gave away the fact his heart was barely ready for school rigors. His embarrassed answers to my inquiring whispers were barely audible, and he studied the tile with an overwhelming shroud of shame. I could see he felt the consequences of his childish action of hiding poop in the classroom trash. For such an unusual act, however, I thought it was partly my duty to be sure the consequences connected with his character and created a lasting impression. A phone call to his mom secured her agreement with my plan; his family applauded harsh discipline. I didn’t stop to consider how he would be received at home.
If we aren’t careful, creative consequences can crush the spirit of the child we correct. (Read more …)