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From Tears to Cheer

Richard and I are sorting and packing for our move down the road when the phone call comes. Tommy’s crying so hard I can hardly make out what he’s saying, except that his mommy threw some toys in the garbage. Finally I understand that she threw them out because the strings were tangled, and she was only able to save one.

Tommy’s really hurt. He’s made a “KEEP OUT” sign for his door so Mommy won’t go back in.

“I’m going to pray,” I tell him. “Dear God, thank You that Tommy’s mommy loves him SO much, and thank You that he has one toy left. Some boys and girls don’t have any toys, and maybe Tommy will help them when he grows up.”

“I have lots of other toys, but I just have one of those,” he interjects.

“Thank You that he has so many other toys, and maybe he’ll help the boys and girls with no toys when he grows up. Please help him to have a good sleep and feel better tomorrow.”

“I feel better already!” Tommy announces. It would be dumb to put the “KEEP OUT” sign on his bedroom door now … he certainly doesn’t want to do that any more!

So, what to do with the sign? Tommy considers changing it to “Keep off the treadmill if you’re under five years old.” Lisa thinks that’s an awesome idea.

We finish our conversation with a funny story about Lisa, age one year, scolding a pile of mashed potatoes into which Uncle Fred had arranged some peas to make a smiley face. Never had mashed potatoes suffered such a reprimand!

“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine . . . .” Proverbs 17:22 (King James Version)

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Kind Girl, Jealous Girl and a Lesson from the Book of Proverbs

At a year and a half, the Duchess of Toddlerdom has vast wealth. Tina’s holdings include, but are not limited to, her mommy, her cousin Tommy, her Auntie Lisa, and her grandma and grandpa. She also owns her toys and Tommy’s toys.

So what’s she to do when one of her possessions decides to cuddle with another one? Sometimes she gets nasty (no one, including royalty, likes to be robbed!), but she often comes up with kind, creative solutions.

She brings Baby Tommy a soother and a cell phone as he sits on my knee. Or she pats him gently on the head and talks to him, arm around him. Another day she comes up to me while I’m holding Tommy and laughs. That will always get my attention!

“ . . . he that watereth shall be watered also himself.” Proverbs 11:25

Strong Man

Two-year-old Tommy’s cold, really cold. He’s shivering violently and his lips and nails are blue. Does he want to get out of the water? Of course not!

But it’s time. We take the life jacket off him and put it on his three-year-old cousin, Tina. Then Tommy’s mom takes Tina across the pool. Poor Tommy! His heart breaks as he watches HIS mom take his cousin across the pool with HIS life jacket. He weeps.

In the sauna, I wrap the shaking child in a towel and rock him. I pray for him, with him. “Dear Jesus, thank You that the sauna is warm. Thank You that I’m getting warm now. Please help me to stop crying now. Please help me to be a strong boy.”

Tommy stops crying and I dress him. “You’re so strong,” I tell him. “You stopped crying.”

I take him back out to the pool and we again watch his cousin swimming with his mom, this time without tears.

In the days and weeks that follow, this incident becomes a part of Tommy’s psyche. “I share Tina,” he announces out of the blue. “I share jacket. I stop crying.”

It’s become a part of who he is.

“Train up a child in the way he should go” Proverbs 22:6

Even a Child

“Go dark, Grandma! Go car!” It’s 5:30 a.m. and I’ve come to babysit two-year-old Tina. She doesn’t want me to babysit her. She doesn’t want her mommy to go to work.

She wants to hurt me with her words, and she does.

I put her sharp words behind me and Tina and I spend a happy morning playing.

Then, at lunch, a little hand touches my arm. “Sorry, Grandma!”

“Why are you sorry?” I ask. “Did you hurt Grandma?”

“I hurt Grandma any more, okay?” she promises. “Won’t” isn’t in her two-year-old vocabulary yet, but Tina’s meaning is clear. Her conscience—or may I say her Father in Heaven?—has been working in her.

I lift up a prayer of gratitude.

Later that afternoon, we play in the bedroom. After awhile Tina grows quiet and curls up in her toy box. I suspect she wants to go to sleep, but don’t want to leave if she still wants me there. I wait quietly.

“Go play, Grandma,” she says. Kind words, tactful words from a little girl who’s ready to sleep.

I leave the room, heart full of gratitude, and Tina drifts off to sleep.

“Even a child is known by his doings” Proverbs 20:11