Back in the saddle again. Blogging has been next to impossible this last week. The musical and the Photography Committee have taken over our lives. But I’m back. Still whoozy from the stress and late nights, but back. And trying to gear myself up for the whirlwind spring schedule about to invade our lives.
On to Brilliant Word Wednesday, where I document brilliant words or deeds my boys have said or done in the last week. This is to encourage myself to be on the look out for the positive in my kids. You are more than welcome to join me. I’d love to hear the brilliant words spoken by your kids.
Yesterday, while watching Gandhi (I needed something to do while I burned 38 DVD’s of Annie Jr. pictures), G struggled to figure out why Gandhi was thrown off the train just for the color of his skin.
“Mom, I love blacks. It feels disrespectful to call them blacks. I feel like I should call them African Americans. But I know many of them prefer to be called black. They are such nice people, and they have the most beautiful voices.”
Now, this is where I go into my speech of how we can not lump a whole race of people into one category of nice or good voices. I shared how we could not do that for all Germans or all Italians, etc. And then he added, “But mom, they are just people. They are not any different from us.”
It made my heart sing, as I heard my boy grapple with race issues. I was seeing a tiny bit of critical thinking beginning to emerge. And this from a boy who did NOT want to watch Gandhi.
And then, as I later commented to A that I thought I remembered that Gandhi was one of Martin Luther King Jr.’s inspirations, I saw a light go on in his head. Early this school year, I read a biography of MLK aloud to the boys. I mentioned how amazed I was that by Gandhi simply refusing to follow a law, pay a fine, or to get back on the train, he so many times got exactly what he wanted. A commented, “Yeah, and he was so calm.” It was true. People seemed to not know what to do with his calm refusals. I’m praying that this truth will be cemented into his brain the next time he wants to argue with his brother.
And then lastly, a few days ago as I was rushing to make everyone some ‘dinner’ to take to the theater, I asked A whether he would like ham or turkey on his sandwich. To which he replied, “Whichever is most convenient.” I then quickly grabbed my tall 14 year old son, hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. He realized I was stressed and in a hurry, and he gifted to me a flexible attitude. It was like he understood I was frenzied and was just thankful for the food. And you have to understand, my boy loves honey ham, and will always ask for it over turkey.
So, what’s your story? How do you see your kids growing in character? Do share.
Happy Hump Day (In college, this is what we called Wednesday)
P.S. Please pray the sun will come out soon. It’s been raining monsoons in the Portland area. (Okay, I exaggerate a little.)