Look carefully at this old photograph and you will see and feel the same things as people in another era.
I remember my own dear children when upon their toy horses, being shown by one of the older ones, how to love and enjoy the ride.
Here, as with my own precious girl at virtually the same age, the younger boy puts his forefinger on the mane of the horse, perhaps feeling the texture of the toy.
Look at his mouth pursed in serious observation. Oh what a moment!
And, the sister's smile is like that of a girl's smile today when she shows and shares this moment of discovery. Perhaps she was put on guard to see that he did not slide off the horse, and she noticed what he was looking at and wanted to see it too. Maybe she was enjoying re-enacting her own babyhood.
Every mother has a God-given right to be home with her children around her, looking at their development in her own home.
It is impossible to determine exactly when these little events will happen, although usually at a certain age, and that is the reason it is so important to be with your children when you wake, when you eat, when you sit in your house, when you care for your house, when you are at leisure.
Your children learn and think much better at home where Mother is present. Her primary role of being with her child for all these precious events is more important than anything she could ever do for anyone else. It Is more important than doing something great for the world-- and yet, it is the greatest thing a Mother can do for God and others and the world. I will be bold and say it is more important than schooling (yes, even if you are a home schooler) ministry, or any religious work. Your home and you, and the children are the school and the ministry in which you are all intertwined, and you all grow and mature in the knowledge of God's ways. These tiny moments are a revealing of God's work and glory.
Remember to allow children to grow at a natural rate, and not rush them. Let children be children. Let the older ones pull the little ones around in a laundry basket. Let them all play house. Let them all pretend to be Fathers and Mothers. Don't let people who have not experienced true home based childhoods, dictate how the children must play and be. Those of you who were homeschooled may have learned to doubt or look for other teachings, but you need to treasure your own childhood, as a pattern for your children. Do not be influenced by other people's doubting and negative remarks.
Remember this poem is warning us NOT TO HURRY the children! It shows the tragedy of pushing children to grow up too soon. Childhood can never be recovered. Are we guilty of hurrying our children into being grown up, into the next stage, into leaving childhood behind too early, into thinking about adult problems? Even homeschoolers get under pressure to have their children in a certain stage of learning, allowing pressure to dictate the level of education. As you will hear in the upcoming video, some children learn when they are ready to learn, and homeschooling is about raising your children with love, not about the pressure to accomplish something.
And, when you are homeschooling, remember the children are not all ready for certain types of learning at the same time everyone his or her age is. None of us learn at the same level as everyone else.
Also, if you have them so scheduled from one social activity to another, they lose a part of their ability to fully think things through. This is perhaps another subject. Home life can provide all the activities for childhood. The Mother is paramount in this equation!
Please read this poem and then click on my new video at the end.
Making A Man
Hurry the baby as fast as you can,
Hurry him, worry him, make him a man.
Off with his baby clothes, get him in pants,
Feed him on brain foods and make him advance.
Hustle him, soon as he's able to walk,
Into a grammar school; cram him with talk.
Fill his poor head full of figures and facts,
Keep on a-jamming them in till it cracks.
Once boys grew up at a rational rate,
Now we develop a man while you wait,
Rush him through college, compel him to grab
Of every known subject a dip or a dab.
Get him in business and after the cash,
All by the time he can grow a mustache.
Let him forget he was ever a boy,
Make gold his god and its jingle his joy.
Keep him a-hustling and clear out of breath,
Until he wins - nervous prostration and death.