“Your greatest contribution to the kingdom you may be tucking in bed each night.” -Wes Stafford
Here is what I remember of my normal, every days as a child:
Bologna sandwhiches and Full House.
Having to play cars with my brother.
Picking up sticks.
Washing the bathtub.
Mac & Cheese or Beefaroni dinners.
Eating alone, while watching T.V.
Playing with friends.
Playing alone in my room.
I have no recollection of any intentional time being spent on me as a child. Time that involved teaching me, nurturing my soul, walking alongside me, explaining life in gentle, age-appropriate ways, engaging with my life and my thoughts and my troubles. This isn’t a slam on my parents so much as it is a commentary to how many families “raise” their children, not knowing how to parent intentionally, being tired or overwhelmed, or too busy, or who knows what.
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