#WCW – Word Crush Wednesday
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it – Proverbs 22:6
A few days ago I came across this quote from John W. Whitehead, “Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see.” I allowed the words to settle upon me a bit, then reposted the quote throughout several of my social media accounts. At first read, I thought, “Okay, that’s pretty deep.” Seconds later I caught my oldest son standing in front of the television for the ninth time and found myself verbally reprimanding him with words I heard my mother say to me who probably heard her parents say them to her. I chuckled. They weren’t bad words, but I was intrigued as to their originality. Maybe that serves as proof to Whitehead’s assertion.
With the exception of both the boys feeling a little under the weather, today started out as just a usual hump day fun day in the Kellogg home. I fixed breakfast, fed the kids, cleaned them up, and started them on their school work immediately after. Wednesday’s focus is a preschool blend of reading and language arts. We go hard for about two hours, then I allow them a break for snack time and on to napville they go. The routine I keep them on is so like clockwork, I can map out our entire schedule for the month with my eyes closed. At any rate, today, we were faced with an unexpected event.
After their nap, which according to my 18-month old, when he gets up the whole house should get up as well, I served them lunch and a small treat. Everything, I thought, was going smooth as usual. They finished up and got up from the table to go play with their toys. I trailed behind them into the next room. And not even seconds after leaning over to set down a pack of handy wipes, I hear a voice say, “look over”. And there he was, my 18-month, breathless and choking on his own vomit. He was fearfully running in place trying to get a word out. I did exactly what every frantic mother would do. I ran over, snatched him up, leaned him face forward over my arm and gave him a strong pat to the back. Nothing. No gasp of air. No breath taken. Nothing. His body was flailing about in my arms like a fish. Then, with tears in my eyes, I screamed out while giving him another pat to the back, “In the name of Jesus!”. Without missing a beat, my 3-year old ran over and said, “Amen!” I was so taken by his immediate agreement, I kept repeating those words just to hear him say amen. For about ten or so seconds we held a rhythm with it. I then noticed my 18-month had stopped flailing, and with a big gasp, released all of the vomitus that was lodged in his throat. Gross, I know, but that very moment was one for a parent to be proud of.
See, all my life I’ve heard older individuals in my life exclaim that if you want good things to come out of a child when they get older, you’d better teach it to them when they are babies. I didn’t expect it to come out of the mouth of my 3-year old. Along with the bible, we read bible stories to the boys and teach them bedtime prayers. But honestly, I really didn’t expect them to understand who and what we were referring to until they got older. Here’s the evidence that they do; get it that is. It’s amazing how moments like these serve to remind you that you’re doing a good job and that your instructions are being heard. God is awesome.