Dear Sammy,
Mommy told me that when you visited J_______ you were so excited you pushed him down. He looked confused, but I bet you were too, because she scooped you up, said “Time out” and wouldn’t let you play for two minutes. “Not fair, not fair at all,” I bet you thought, especially when she made you say “Sorry” and all you wanted to do was have fun.
Then yesterday, when A_______ pushed you down, you cried and she picked you up and hugged you, and HE said “Sorry”, but you cried some more, and today you’re still talking about it.
“What gives?” I imagine you’re thinking. Same words, different story. Same lap different message.
What gives, Sam, is your parents are guiding you to discovering the person God created you to be.
As you grow up, you’ll go from having “time out” in a lap, to a chair, to being “grounded” in your room. Hugs of comfort will move from lap to couch to phone calls when you’re away from home.
By that time, you’ll have learned that when someone or something “pushes” us, God hugs us, absorbs the hurt and listens while we cry things out. The harder lesson, especially as we get older and life becomes more complicated, is that no matter how long it takes, God sits beside us when we break a rule until we discover/remember the center of our hearts where our best (holy) self lives.
Love,
Marmee
Thoughts on the day, time, season etc. for my grandson
Brudders
Dear Readers,
Our Grandson, Sammy, was born in May, 2009 and while the Tuesday Letters are addressed to him, they're for his brother, Max, too.
Peace and good________,
Beth
In 1960 my Dad used a manual typewriter and multiple pieces of carbon paper to write weekly letters to family members who were away from home. My college friends made sure they had lunch with me on Tuesdays, the day his letter arrived, so that they could hear his take on everything from weasels in the garden to weasels in the White House. When Art and I started the "Adventure Stage of Life", we re-kindled the tradition Dad began forty years ago. (Letters are sent occasionally, not weekly… We're not as disciplined as Dad.)
Our Grandson, Sammy, was born in May, 2009 and while the Tuesday Letters are addressed to him, they're for his brother, Max, too.
Peace and good________,
Beth
In 1960 my Dad used a manual typewriter and multiple pieces of carbon paper to write weekly letters to family members who were away from home. My college friends made sure they had lunch with me on Tuesdays, the day his letter arrived, so that they could hear his take on everything from weasels in the garden to weasels in the White House. When Art and I started the "Adventure Stage of Life", we re-kindled the tradition Dad began forty years ago. (Letters are sent occasionally, not weekly… We're not as disciplined as Dad.)
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Peace and good_______,
Beth
3 comments:
I'm so enjoying catching up on these messages of yours to Sammy. What a gift, and it will keep on giving!
Such a beautiful letter, Beth, Sammy is going to be so happy to read these as he gets older and then go back and see how much you loved him. Then he will also see how much you were trying to teach him about love, family and faith. He is so blessed to have a grammy like you.
HUGS!!
I love this lesson. I am tempted to print it out for the grounded teenagers in my life ! xo Katie
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