The new fad of figit spinners has exploded into classrooms. They have a purpose for ADD and ADHD and Autism and Anxiety student. Where figiting is a coping mechanism for concentration, they are perfect. The problem, is that these have now become toys for any student and they distract the teacher and classroom.
I as a mother am extremely frustrated that the school has allowed these in the classroom for general use, when my own son has been scolded and disciplined for playing with pencils and erasers to keep himself from sucking his thumb. He has social anxiety issues and at 11 he knows the thumb sucking is going to cause problems amongst his peers. But no teacher has ever allowed him an alternative outlet, even at my request and a recomendations from his dentists.
The other day while window shopping through etsy, I noticed there is a trend of finger rings for women that cover the whole finger. And I thought to myself, “would’t that be great for a thumb sucking deterant!” But I didnt act on it because I wasn’t sure I could convince him to wear it.
Low and behold he comes in my room the other evening and asks if I can make him something to wear on his thumb to keep him from sucking it!
So here is the result…….
He calls it his bionic thumb! I tried to make sure it wasnt ” girly” , but I included some figit beads on it that roll and slide. I made sure all the ends were sanded and rolled in tight so he cant scratch himself or others. He wears it at night, and it works! And he isn’t afraid to wear it at school.
Just like a smoker, he has noticed an agitation from not having something iln his mouth. So today I sent him gum that he is allowed to chew on the play ground. Praying we have found the answer to breaking this habbit and that it increases his confidence!
A Potter sat at a wheel with a lump of clay. Carefully he cupped the mud in his hands and as the wheel turned, a beautiful smooth shape was formed. A tall, shapely and delicate vase.
The Potter scratched at the bottom, dipped it into glazes of deep rich colors and then fired it in an oven to make it strong. He finally sat back and admired the vase. It was very good.
The Potter carefully packed up the vase, along with some other vessels he had created and entrusted them into the care of a Gallery where vases could be viewed and given a home.
The special vase stood tall and quiet as people passed by , and believing that clay has no ears, spoke praises and judgments on the vase and the other pottery works around it.
There where many vessels like this in the shop:
Some were for holding food,
Some where for holding keys or trinkets
Some where to hold refreshments
Some were for holding plants and flowers
Some were rustic in style and others needed an acquired taste to appreciate.
And some made a strong enough statement about beauty that their only purpose was to stand all alone and be appreciated.
The vases were often picked up and admired and turned over (because that is where the price can be found, of course). They might be carefully put down and returned to their place on display. Or sometimes they were carried gently from the Gallery to a new home to fulfill it’s intended use.
One day, the vase observed a patron shove his way through the door of the Gallery. He was sloppy in speech and dizzy when he walked. He carried his own glass vessel that had been labeled with it’s very own name.”Jack Daniel”
The man bumped into the display of pottery. One of the vessels fell to the floor and broke into pieces. And the tall vase rocked and bumped quite roughly against two other pieces, and then teetered back into place.
An uproar! The horrors! Patrons complained and the man was escorted out of the Gallery back into the street, where he had already forgotten what had just happened.
With words of disgust about the man and his misdeeds to the Gallery, the broken vessel was swept up and dumped into a spare box and forgotten.
The vase stood tall and quiet. And patrons again admired it, and praised and judged the vase nicely. That is, until one patron picked it up to admire it. In the process of turning it over they found a chip. The glaze had been knocked off and the dull clay was exposed! The vase was brought to the Gallery’s attention.
“Sincere apologies!” No clue when that happened!That such a vase with this kind of damage was still on display and priced so high!”
The patron chose another vase, and as they left, the tall vase was marked with a sticker and sent to the dark back of the gallery to be sold for half price.
There it sat. For a long time. Or perhaps it was really a short time. Because when you are lonely and sitting in the dark, time can be difficult to tell.
But there it sat until a cleaning day, and the space was needed for something else of more value. The vase was placed in a box and sent out the back door into the alley to be taken by anyone who might have interest.
An Artist happened by the box first. He regularly checked the alley of this particular Gallery, as he had often found boxes with their discards sitting outside the back door. And he always found use for the pieces in his work.
He dug through the contents of the box, and under the vase found broken piece from the vessel that had been smashed. He picked up the vase and admired it and turned it over. Of course he saw the price, but he also recognized the initials of the creator scratched into the bottom. They were his Fathers.
He searched through the broken shards again and found that important piece with the price…and the creators initials.
The artist picked up the box with the vase and the vessel and took it back into the Gallery. He pulled all the money out of his billfold and emptied His pockets and asked to pay for the items he had found.
“They are worth nothing to us. Broken. Free for the taking.”
But to the Artist they were worth everything. And he paid full price.
The artist took the pieces home to his Fathers house. And together they lovingly re-fashioned and shaped the pieces that had been broken onto the vase, so that the chip and pieces became a part of the vases character and it became something brand new.
The vase was given it’s own place in the studio. And if anyone asked of it’s value, the answer was always,
Now what if I tell you the story again? But the Potter is God in his home up in heaven. And His Son Jesus Christ is the Artist, who has paid the full price for our sins.
What if the Gallery is “the good life”. And the street is where trouble brews. And all the patrons are people,who pass judgments all our life though.
And the vessels are Gods creation. Yes, it is me and It’s you. Some hold something, some hold nothing, some have beauty, Some do stagger with a dizzy life view.
Some sit quiet, some hide cracks.Some just seem to have it all. Some have chips, some are broken from the perils of life’s falls.
What if the vase is a woman. Who is trying to stand stately and tall. But finds herself shaken and troubled. And thinks she has no one to call
We like to fix things that are broken.Or toss those things out and buy new. But this just does not work when it’s people. We should ask “What would Jesus here do?”
Each one of us was formed in a vessel. A woman God has fashioned and formed.He loves her, and provided salvation. New life for her and her newborns
So please today think of your mothers. The thoughts may be thick, or be thin. But remember all mothers are human. Created in the image of Him.
Happy Mothers day. In Him, you are “Priceless”
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My insite for today….
A marriage is like two people with two piles of bricks building a life together. If you don’t continually pick up and lay those bricks down in some kind of order together, you will never have a home together. If only one of you is building, it will be harder and take longer to build shelter. If you build seperate walls, you will be alone in the same building. If both of you quit, it will never be complete and neither of you will have a place to weather the storms. And the world can’t help but see the ruin it would leave behind. It can get pretty cold in that world alone.
– CEJMT aka Princess JoJo
Oh my word, people…
If I have to hide stories about my family from you on FB, WHY did you friend me on facebook?!
You, who literally choose not to have kids…. I have 6, there WILL be pictures
You, not married because you couldn’t commit… We did commit and I think that’s great.
You who are in an unhappy marriage…I am not unhappy and no I’m not rubbing it in your face. Im showing you that there is hope for a good relationship by sharing the good moments of mine. By the way may I remind you I’m divorced once. Been there. Sorry for your pain.
You, my babies pictures make you cry because you cant have one….I have misscarried too. Ask me. It still hurts to remember them because no child replaces them.
My bible verses offend you? They happen to be my inspiration. I want my family to know where my help comes from.
I have already made sure I don’t complain on that news feed, because someone might think it is about them, tie that shoe on and run in it straight to “you’re- so-insensitive-ville”
I love my family, and share so other family members and friends who also care how much I love them all.
We are NOT your comment dart board for taking revenge on the things that are bugging you about your life.
Start a conversation with me, ignore me, even unfriend me. But don’t try to steal from me the joy of a family God blessed me with.
When adults want you to be their friend who won’t say no, their scapegoat, their decision maker, their conflict manager or secret keeper.
When the teenagers are moody and know more than you, are 15 going on 35 and need money you don’t have to do things the other kids are doing and keep secrets from you.
And the toddlers are teething and melting down and clinging too your knees, scribbling Picasso’s on your walls and begging you for food as if you didn’t just feed them 30 min ago, and refusing (while crying) to nap, all at the same time the teenagers are grumping and the adults are dumping.
The chaufer, the cleaning lady, the nurse, the pianist, the secretary, the psychiatrist, the teacher, the parent and the lover.
Those days when the world wants you to be SO many things. But you just want to be you at your best, quietly
Making time for me, to be me. Stopping. Breathing. Remembering who I really am.
Remembering to be the child at Jesus feet who He defended. To be the intricate creation God made me to be with worthy talents and skill. To be my husbands helpmate and joy as he is mine. To be content that we provided our best for our children at the end of each day.
And when the husband and I crawl out of the worlds rubble and into to each others arms, the peaceful rest we can find at the end of each day is knowing that whatever, or whoever was against us that day doesn’t matter.
Because God is for us. And that’s all that matters.
The other night I spent a couple hours “pinning”and downloading homeschool resources. A hundred plans I can’t wait to teach.
Yesterday, I only got around to telling one story about a crow and his carefull thinking that got him the water he so desperately wanted. Then spent the entire day instilling that one concept of “Little by Little, Does the Trick” to a four year old who so often looses his temper when things don’t go his way. He often works too fast when building or doing puzzles and melts down when pieces dont work or stay together.
In the grand world of homeschooling it is so easy to get caught up in the whirlwind of information and resources, and the building blocks of education.
From Charlotte Mason, Montessori, Waldorf, Christian and secular based choices, sometimes I need to slow myself down as a parent and kick those ever piling stacks of opinion back to their book shelves!
We choose to homeschool, believeing that is the best way to prepare our children for adulthood. To provide them knowledge and resource skills that also prepare them mentally and spiritually for social and family responsabilities.
We choose to homeschool believeing that we can provide a custom and personal based education for each child as an individual, rather then having our round peg children squished into square box public schooling.
So then we also need to believe we know how fast and how much those little minds and bodies can absorb at one time. And while we need to teach educational discipline, we need to make sure we don’t take the joy out of learning.
Being an informed homeschool parent is important. But we need to be careful we dont project the overwhelming number of choices we have into our teaching of the very young ones.
When our son looses his temper I ask him if the crow cried? (“No” he said) Or did he scream? (“No”) Or did he use his brain and think it out until it worked?
That one day of working on one little concept has him thinking for himself and figuring things out without a conflict.
And when he would usually shout, he now tells me his brain hurts and asks me to help. He knows he doesnt have to do things alone if he can’t figure it out.
That is how we should as parents use our homeschool resources. As a source for those teaching moments we feel stuck or lack the skill. And trust our God- given instincts that led us down this pathway of educating our families in the first place.
Wow! She is going to be one! And today she started running, and had play sword fights with her two older brothers!! She has personality, and sass, and a world winning smile to help wrap you around her pudgy fingers!
No more babies left, this is a toddler zone!
Next Sunday is her birthday, so tonight at midnight, while she was refusing to sleep, we made her a birthday “fascinator”. I had started out making a crown, but it was just to big for her little strawberry head. (Maybe her sister will claim it!)
So it came down to this. Ribbon and felt, lace, sequins and feathers. The gold button is smooth, so each year on her birthday, I can change the sticker number. Very pleased how it turned out!
Hatchet, Cratchet and Stash’et
Live in a little brown basket
They hide food from each other
Then forget half their plunder
And it grows up as trees the next summer.
I made these little squirels for the tots to learn about squirrel habbits and preparing for winter.
Pattern link. Laura Wilson, firstname.lastname@example.org
The only change to the pattern I made was that I used strips of fabric instead of yarn for the tails. Sewn all the same way.
King Autumn is a puppet inspired by this tutorial.
“Someone” lost their electronics hour as a discipline and was of course bored. I don’t believe punishments should inspire more misbehavior. And though I would normaly give him ideas and tell him to have at them, I decided to join him instead.
We had a great time making this King from sheer material I had been given. And the background story we were able to make about him as we made him was great quality and quantity time!
He is King Autumn, King of Thankfulness. And he is the one who paints the leaves so we remember to look from heaven to earth at their beauty and remember their Creator, so we can be grateful for all that the Creator has given us.
Now, what was the chance my dear son would have come up with all that while playing a video game? !