Today marks 58 days my daughter Jennifer has been in Baltimore with my three-year-old grandson Benjamin. (In case you’re new to Perfection Road, Benjamin was adopted from China and needed a highly invasive surgery to repair his bladder. The best doctor for the job was Dr. John Gearhart at Johns Hopkins Hospital. To say Dr. Gearhart has been amazing would be like calling Triple Crown Winner American Pharaoh pretty good.)
For a good many of those 58 days Benjamin’s sister and two brothers have been with me. So, after brushing away a 15-year layer of dust off my teaching hat, I have attempted to fill my daughter’s homeschooling shoes. I never knew she had such big feet! 🙂
My old teaching buddies wouldn’t be surprised that it took me a couple of weeks to figure out a workable schedule. I slowly remembered how to do lesson plans and quickly summoned some old classroom management tricks. What I hadn’t planned on was the savvy way my three little ones turned me into the student.
Here are just a few simple things they’ve taught so well:
- God gives children to young people for a reason,
- Keeping a 3-year old, 6-year old, and 8-year old simultaneously on task is as difficult as eating only one Lays potato chip,
- I’m not nearly as patient as I thought I was,
- It takes a special person to commit to homeschooling, and
- I am blessed beyond measure.
I won’t even begin to pretend that everything has been as smooth as mayonnaise on a countertop. I’ve made many mistakes and lost my cool a time or two. I’ve overlooked blunders one minute and expected too much the next. But the profound truths I’ve learned far outweigh the missteps.
- To think that God loves me even more than I love my grandchildren leaves me flabbergasted. God’s perfect love teaches, tests, disciplines, and refines us all in just the right way at just the right time. His grace covers our mistakes, but refuses to let us settle for less than our best. He is soft and tender when we need Him to be, yet willing to sift us like wheat to get rid of the things that don’t look like Jesus. Lord, thank you for searching our hearts, knowing our anxious thoughts, and leading us to the way everlasting.
- My compassion for grandparents who get tapped to raise their grandchildren has grown exponentially. God, bless these dear ones.
- We seem to never outgrow our tendency to complain about the tasks set before us. Like children, we consistently declare we can’t understand them, they’re too hard, or they will take forever. But when we take it one step at a time, asking for help as we need it, we realize we can do more than we ever thought possible. Thank you, Holy Spirit, for filling us with the power to do more than we can even ask or imagine.
- God’s presence is made tangible with sweet unexpected hugs, giggles, grins, and crystal blue eyes. Why would anyone EVER want to be out of God’s presence? Do you suppose He gets a kick out of our little faces smiling up at Him as we tell Him what’s on our minds? Thank you for hemming us in behind and before and keeping your hand upon us.
- My daughter’s reliance on prayer and Holy Spirit power delights and encourages me. Only with help from above can a mama endure the rigors of hospital life “alone” day in and day out for such a time as this. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, God! When You bless my children, You bless me. Your blessings constantly overwhelm me.
Yes, I am blessed beyond measure. If you know Jesus, so are you! Go tell someone all God has done for you. He’ll like it.