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Thursday, February 23, 2012

The quiet teacher...


Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.
Matthew 28:19-20

In “Walk this way,” I wrote about my husband, who learned by observing his father.  And so he teaches our son.   Today’s prayer, on the 18th day, is that my husband will fulfill the Great Commission.  My husband instructs in silence.  He is the quiet teacher. 

When our son was little, we dressed him for church in comfortable clothes; khakis, button downs, polo shirts and sweaters.  He looked smart, a little preppy, but relaxed and put together.  Once he was old enough to develop a voice and a perspective on fashion, he insisted on wearing ties to church.  Why? Because that’s how daddy dresses.  By observation he learned what was appropriate. 


It’s not easy finding straight ties for a little boy, particularly for one with good taste.  Early to develop his sartorial perspective, he was no longer satisfied with clip-on ties.  Daddy didn’t have any.  Why should he?

Every minute of every day, each of us teaches.  For most of those teaching moments, we are caught unaware.  What are you up to when you’re not sure anyone is watching?  When our son was born, his older sister was three and a half.  Within days of bringing him home from the hospital, while going about my day, I distinctly remember having to step out of the room-briefly.  Baby was safely nestled on the sofa, too young to move.  I sat my big girl carefully down, and explained that I needed her to keep an eye on him, though I’d be right back.  I couldn’t have been away more than 10 or 12 seconds.  When I returned, I was stunned into silence.  My baby, herself only three, leaned over her newborn brother to sweetly sing him a lullaby.  I remember crying…thinking back to the poem that every child of the 60s grew up with, a message so ubiquitous, baby formula manufactures produced and distributed posters emblazoned with its message…Children Live What They Learn, and being enormously thankful and proud.

Therefore, Go.  Not just because you never know who’s watching….but because that’s what we’re made to do.  GO.  NOW.  And don’t forget, God is good.

3 comments:

  1. Being that I do a lot in education, I've always loved the beautiful poem above. It is so true and how wonderful that your family lives this for your son. :)

    Happy seeing beautiful!
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  2. Oh, what a lovely blog! I loved this post! You are absolutely right...children do what they see. The other night I snuggled up with my son on the sofa, and my daughter came over, pulled a blanket over us, stroked my cheek and said "Pretty Mommy. Sweet Mommy." I realized she was doing exactly what I do when I put her down for nap! It was so sweet!

    I'm a new follower from the February hop over at the World Bloggers Community! It's so nice to meet you. You have a lovely blog! I write a humor blog about all things motherhood, and I'd love for you to drop by sometime! It's great for laughs, and sometimes even a snort or two! Have a blessed weekend!

    Smiles, Jenn @Misadventures in Motherhood

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