tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88007798235270498442024-03-13T02:25:21.054+00:00Christian MummyRachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-48668394397308700632012-06-20T20:17:00.000+01:002012-06-20T20:17:09.570+01:00Oh, the embarrassment...Today, I was inaugurated into the world of 'what will they say next' parenting in super style. It has taken two years and ten months of motherhood for my son to come out with something really embarrassing in public but I fear that as he gets older, talks more and tries to understand more of the world around him, we only have worse to come. <br />
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So this afternoon, we were in the supermarket chatting away about what was going on around us, when my eldest son made an observation: "Mummy, lady got a baby in her tummy!" The problem was that the lady in question didn't appear to actually have a baby in her tummy at all; she was, I think, just on the large side. And with the usual two year old volume level, there was no way she would not have heard.<br />
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Cue Mummy trying to distract toddler with questions about what type of cereal we should get and keeping my head down until the lady had passed. I was so embarassed and felt so bad for her, yet didn't know whether apologising would make things worse, so chose to pretend I'd not even heard Isaac say anything.<br />
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It made me realise (again) how much we have to teach our children about social skills to enable them to live in society and make friends (and not offend people!). It is, I fear, going to be a long, and embarrassing road!Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-20208435649977497942012-06-12T22:54:00.000+01:002012-06-12T22:54:16.046+01:00God knows.Today I bundled my boys into the double buggy (as the only way to keep them both dry from the rain!) and walked to our local supermarket to stock up on a few items.<br />
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The trip was uneventful, in the sense of no crying, tantrums or meltdowns (from me or them!) but as we reached the checkout I was aware that lunch time was looming and they were getting tired.<br />
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There followed the usual checkout routine of trying to keep them both happy, dishing out snacks and drinks, letting my eldest help load things onto the checkout belt, letting my youngest hold items that he couldn't open and generally trying to pack everything into the buggy as quickly as possible to make a quick exit.<br />
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Just as we were about to leave, the lady in the queue behind me tapped me on the arm and told me: "I think you're doing wonderfully."<br />
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At a time when I am struggling with a tenacious one year old who seems to be practicing for a career as a mountaineer, and a two year old who has read and digested every last sentence in the 'Terrible Twos Handbook' I do not often feel at the moment that I am doing wonderfully.<br />
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When I told my hubby, he suggested that maybe she had been an angel. Angel or not, it was a lovely reminder that God knows my needs and wants to meet them in unexpected ways.<br />
<br />Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-53160270618710561522012-04-27T21:50:00.002+01:002012-04-27T21:50:48.885+01:00A year ago today....If my first labour had been filmed for the television series <a href="http://lifebegins.channel4.com/" target="_blank">'One Born every Minute'</a> it would have required an entire episode, and then some! So when baby number two was due, I was very blasé about the fact, and certain that whatever happened we would have plenty of time.<br />
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So this time last year I had bid hubby farewell on a night out in central London and had a date with chocolates, a magazine and a long soak in the bath. Child number one having just gone to bed happily, baby decided that he had other plans: my waters broke round about the time that hubby was hopping onto the tube for a 40 minute journey.<br />
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'It's fine,' I told myself, calling the hospital, an emergency babysitter and my parents, before leaving a fairly calm message on Dave's phone telling him to turn around and come back. A trip to the hospital to be assessed lasted no more than half an hour before we were heading homewards again 'to get some rest' before labour began. An hour later we were back on our way to hospital, with me trying to control the urge to push.<br />
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To cut a short story even shorter, baby narrowly avoided being born in the empty reception area of the hospital just after midnight, and a very kind maintenance man helped us up to the delivery suite with the reassuring words as we were entering the lift that he had "delivered a baby four years ago" so knew what to do!<br />
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Thinking back to a year ago, I have some many wonderful memories: of first cuddles; first feeds; watching the man I know and love as he changes and dresses our new perfect baby who I don't yet know, but love beyond belief; lying next to him on the ward as daylight started creeping through the blinds, unable to take my eyes of this tiny peaceful bundle that God had seen fit to gift to us; committing his little life into God's hands.<br />
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One might be born every minute, but each one is precious and unique and planned by God. And as we celebrate the first year of my little one's life this weekend I want to thank Him for our son and commit him again to God.<br />
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Sleep is a very emotive subject with parents of small children because lack of it (on the parts of both parents and children) can literally make or break your day. Then there are the different approaches to sleep and the 'experts' who will argue that children should be on a strict routine from day one and must learn to sleep on their own, or the other 'experts' who argue that co-sleeping is by far the best thing for babies to develop bonds with their parents.<br />
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I have friends at both ends of the spectrum and would argue that neither approach is right or wrong, but that if the chosen options work for the individual families then all is good.<br />
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For us, co-sleeping could never be an option because I know that I would never get any sleep for worrying about the baby in my bed, so with our eldest we opted for our own version of the <a href="http://www.babycentre.co.uk/baby/sleep/crying-it-out/" target="_blank">crying-it-out</a> approach, which involved hubby sitting outside the door and going in to baby every couple of minutes to stroke and reassure him (all while I was in another room trying to get some sleep between feeds!) I have to say that for us, this approach worked and we have an eldest child who from three months has slept well and knows that night time is for sleeping.<br />
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However, with baby number 2 (it's supposed to be easier second time round, right?) this approach didn't work and by 3 months old we had a baby and two parents who were utterly distraught come bedtime. Nothing settled him except feeding him to sleep, but then he would wake up as soon as I put him back in his crib. Because I knew that co-sleeping would not work for me we had completely run out of ideas.<br />
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Everything reached it's peak on holiday last June when I had been lying on the floor (Baby J was in a pop-up cot) stroking, shushing and generally trying to calm him to sleep (after hubby had already tried for a long time and failed.) I suddenly, almost audibly, heard God telling me to pray. Not the kind of desperate 'please God, help him to sleep' prayers that I'd been praying up until that point, but really pray. So I did.<br />
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"Father fill J with your love and your peace" was the phrase that seemed to have been put on my heart, and which I started repeating over and over. Almost immediately, the crying ceased. I felt God telling me to keep praying; that J would start crying again, but that I should keep praying and then he would settle to sleep eventually. J started crying again, I carried on praying. I can honestly say that it felt like a real spiritual battle was taking place.<br />
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"Father fill J with your love and your peace." As I prayed those words over and over I became aware that my child is God's child; that He wanted to love and protect him as much, and more even, than I did. I realised that God knows our love for our children because He gave us that love.<br />
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Eventually J stopped crying and fell asleep. We had a few more nights of those prayers and slowly my little one started to calm down at bed times. It didn't make everything perfect but he seemed from then on to settle into a better pattern of sleep.<br />
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So why do I write this now? Because the other night I was reminded of those prayers as my little one decided to start protesting at bedtime again. It didn't take long repeating those prayers before he fell asleep though and after a couple of nights we were back to normal (which involves a few minutes of protesting before he falls asleep cuddling his teddy!).<br />
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There will be people who will argue I should just have picked my crying baby up and given him a cuddle. Maybe they are right. But just maybe, the whole situation taught me to remember that praying to our Father for His intervention, is the best thing I can do for my children, and that His loving arms are best of all.<br />
<br />Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-60101192321272559822012-04-07T21:59:00.001+01:002012-04-07T21:59:17.784+01:00HopeIf I'm totally honest, I have found the last few weeks hard work (hence lack of blogging!). We have all been suffering with a variety of colds, coughs, and vomiting bugs, and the daily routine of cooking, cleaning, toddler groups (or not, as we've been ill), swings, shopping, washing and so on, has felt less of a daily routine, and more of a daily drudge.<br />
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Yesterday morning after our plans to go as a family to a Good Friday service had been scuppered by our youngest coming down with a vomiting bug on Thursday night I was at my wits end and was taking my frustrations out on God because I felt like He wasn't listening to our prayers, and that He didn't care about me or my needs.<br />
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It was at that point that hubby showed me, through my tears, the verses that he had just read in his <a href="http://www.churchofengland.org/prayer-worship/join-us-in-daily-prayer.aspx" target="_blank">Morning Prayer Book</a>.<br />
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1 Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? <i>•</i><br />
Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow,<o:p></o:p></div>
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2 Which was brought upon me, <i>•</i><br />
which the Lord inflicted<br />
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3 For these things I weep;<br />
my eyes flow with tears; <i>•</i><br />
for a comforter is far from me,<br />
one to revive my courage.<o:p></o:p></div>
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4 Remember my affliction and my bitterness, <i>•</i><br />
the wormwood and the gall!<o:p></o:p></div>
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and therefore I have hope:<o:p></o:p></div>
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6 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, <i>•</i><br />
his mercies never come to an end;<o:p></o:p></div>
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7 They are new every morning; <i>•</i><br />
great is your faithfulness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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8 ‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul, <i>•</i><br />
‘therefore I will hope in him.’<o:p></o:p></div>
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9 The Lord is good to those who wait for him, <i>•</i><br />
to the soul that seeks him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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10 It is good that we should wait quietly <i>•</i><br />
for the salvation of the Lord.<o:p></o:p></div>
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though he causes grief, he will have compassion,<o:p></o:p></div>
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12 According to the abundance of his steadfast love; <i>•</i><br />
for he does not willingly afflict or grieve anyone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As I read these verses, I truly felt as if God had written them for me to see. He knew that I needed to be reminded of His presence and His faithfulness. </div>
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And what amazing verses to be reminded of today, Easter Saturday, as we wait in hope for tomorrow; as we remind ourselves of Jesus followers and what they must have been feeling on that first Easter Saturday. Hope had been lost and they, as far as they knew, had been left alone to their sorrow. </div>
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But that was not the end of the story. There is in fact, no end to the story: "the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end." As we celebrate Easter tomorrow I pray that we may remember this truth, through all things. </div>
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<br />Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-86372219049320197022012-03-03T19:38:00.000+00:002012-03-03T19:38:21.366+00:00VulnerabilityThis week I have discovered a new definition of vulnerability: the image of your small child sleeping in a 'big boy bed' where he has wriggled out of the duvet.<br />
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This week I have been reminded again, in the simplest of ways, about how precious my children are and how much they rely on me and hubby to love and protect them.<br />
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This week I have become much more like I was in the early days of being a neurotic first-time mum, constantly checking on my eldest son when he is sleeping to make sure that he is warm enough and not teetering on the edge of his bed.<br />
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This week I have been reminded anew of a definition of vulnerability which I came up with when I first held my eldest child in my arms. Vulnerability: a parent with the precious gift of their child, knowing that they can only do so much to protect that child.<br />
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This week I have been reminded that our children are also God's children, that we too are God's children, that in our weakness His strength will manifest itself and His power will be made perfect.Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-46885463326013066042012-02-21T22:16:00.000+00:002012-02-21T22:16:02.671+00:00Back to reality....Over the weekend hubby and I had 24 blissful hours away from our children! As much as we adore them, it was amazing to have some 'us' time where we didn't have to fit in to a 'little people' agenda and where we could remind ourselves of life as a couple rather than life as a family.<br />
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Yesterday afternoon we arrived to pick up the boys from their grandparents and drove home, all having had a lovely time and feeling refreshed, happy and ready for the week ahead.<br />
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Cue this morning and things were a different story all together. If the boys could have expressed themselves clearly, they may have stated something along the lines of: <i>You left us! How could you? You will pay; we are going to make your life such a misery that you will never dream of leaving us again, even for a second! </i>Or maybe they would have said: <i>How dare you take us away from our grandparents where we were having such fun and bring us home where we have to share you with the washing machine, the cooker and the kitchen sink! We will make you pay!</i><br />
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Either way, pay I did...with an entire day of moaning, winging, crying and a level of histrionics which I'd not expected to encounter until the teenage years! By the end of the day, I was vowing never to go away again because, despite the fact that the kids have a lovely time being spoilt by their grandparents, and we have a lovely time with each other, the day after (I am hoping it's just one!) ruins it all!<br />
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It seems that life is constantly about managing the balance between the lovely and the mundane. Without the drudgery or the difficulties, the joyous times would not seem so wonderful. Without the joyous times, the difficulties would threaten to overwhelm us.<br />
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As I am coming back down to reality I pray that God will help me hold on to the memories of the nice time had, and the hope of more fun round the corner; and as I try to help my boys get back into the normal routine of things, I pray for patience!Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-73071208748243513002012-01-09T20:30:00.000+00:002012-01-09T22:31:45.298+00:00A time to focus on God<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So for me the new year started in a way which really brought home to me how wonderful life can be, but also how fragile it is. We spent a wonderful time with family and friends over Christmas, celebrating, laughing, eating, giving and receiving gifts; we spent New Year's Eve celebrating at the wedding of some friends; another day filled with love, fun, and excitement about what the future holds. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In all the celebrations of Christmas, God was present; the unseen guest at our table, the peace in our souls, the love in our hearts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yet in all things, and for whatever the year ahead holds, what we can do is trust God to be the ever present Almighty guiding our paths and enfolding us in His love. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And yet, God was there; listening above the noise and helping us respond to Him and to each other in prayer. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">God is bigger than the clamour going on around us: He knows our thoughts, our actions, our lives. He does not need to 'hear' what we say because He can read what is on our hearts. </span></div>Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-35157097966007015572011-12-02T22:22:00.001+00:002011-12-02T22:26:50.997+00:00Strike Action<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So it seems that this morning, as with most other mornings this week, the representative from the Union of Toddlerhood (referred to hereafter as 'the Union member') has taken umbrage at the underhand tactics of 'the Government' as she has tried to enforce various appalling rules which clearly, he feels, infringe his human rights: rules such as having a nappy changed in the morning and putting a jumper on, for example. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Powerful words right? And a lot to ask of a 6 month old! Except, it has dawned on me as I've reflected on this over the last week, that these words, although a prayer for my son throughout his life, are also directed at me. Because how else is my son going to know how to be a disciple of Christ other than through the example of his parents?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am aware that I'm only human and that there are many many times when I will not show my children what it means to be a good disciple, and for those times I am grateful for God's love and His grace that is much more far reaching than needing to rely only on me to do His work. However, I took a vow during that baptism service:<i> to pray for my son, draw him by my example into the community of faith and help him to take his place within the life and worship of the church. </i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So just going to church on a Sunday isn't enough then, I guess! Maybe taking him to church on a Sunday and a couple of Christian toddler groups during the week? Or maybe God is calling me, and all of us who are Christian parents, to really live out our faith in a way that our children pick up on. Maybe He is calling us to pray unceasingly for our children, that they may be protected from the evil in this world and grow up knowing the love of their Heavenly Father as well as that of their earthly mother and father. Maybe He is calling us to understand the huge responsibility He places on us when He gives His precious children into our care.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Today, God spoke to me in a way so clear that I could not fail to hear Him. He spoke to me through a prayer that my two year old son prayed and, in doing so, He reminded me that He knows me, loves me and is with me always. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Everything is fine when we are out and about or with other people, but I have started to find the mornings and lunchtimes particularly difficult as I try and juggle looking after the children and meeting their needs with the things that need doing around the house, along with trying to get the three of us ready to go out to groups or visit friends. Everything just seems a bit never-ending! And as a result of all this I have started to find myself less patient with my children, particularly my two year old when he is doing what two year olds do best and being demanding!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The truth is, that having children means life cannot compare to how it was before, in any way at all. There are challenges and there are joys. But I think it is sad that this mother feels she will be able to say it <i>was</i> worth it when looking back on motherhood, rather than living in the moment as she faces the ups and downs that daily life brings. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Whatever challenges I face as a mother, I want to remind myself to say (and believe me, it's not always easy) that it <i>is </i>worth it. I want to try and live in each moment, each day, each week of my childrens' lives and enjoy what God has given us as a family: not to compare my situation to other peoples' or to my life previously but to remember that, even when the going gets tough, it <i>is</i> worth it. </span></div>Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-1205486286025777192011-10-20T19:50:00.000+01:002011-10-20T19:50:36.364+01:00Wobble Wobble<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"></span><br />
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My youngest has been sitting up solo for the last couple of weeks, but so unsteadily that I have felt only able to encourage this new skill whilst I've been sitting behind ready to catch him when he falls. Today, for the first time, I decided that he was steady enough to sit on his own with only some cushions behind him to break his fall. As my eldest and I watched him sitting there all by himself, we alternated between giving him a clap for sitting alone, and saying "wobble wobble" as he teetered this way and that.</div>
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Today has been a day of "wobble wobble", and all the positive and scary emotions that come with that. I still can't quite comprehend that all the feelings I feel for my children as a mum - the love, the pride, the nerves as they branch out solo - are feelings that God feels for me as His child.</div>
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For me last week, the week would have been okay if the boys hadn't been ill with colds and therefore fairly grumpy and testing a lot of the time. Friday in particular would have been okay if my youngest had had a proper lunchtime nap rather than waking up after an hour tired and fed-up but unwilling to sleep again. The rest of the afternoon would have been ok if I'd had a chance to put my feet up over lunch time, rather than being grouchy that my 'me-time' had been interrupted. My eldest probably would have been okay in the afternoon if I'd not been really impatient with him because I was so fed-up. </div>
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I sometimes find it easier to pray for the 'big' things where it is clear that God really needs to work by His power, but I often neglect to pray for the small things that I need God's help with on a daily basis. Last week I forgot that God is there for me in all the daily ups and downs of life. Last week may still have been difficult, but it also might have been a little more okay if I had stopped to pray to God. </div>
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This whole thing reminds me of a beautiful hymn my Grandad used to sing, and this coming week I will be trying to remember its message. </div>
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'whatever you do for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you also do for me.' (Matthew 25 v 40)</div>
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So often the emphasis of this verse is on what we are doing for others. I guess a lovely story would be about how I was able to help this man out in some way, then go on my way feeling good about myself, reminding myself 'I did it for Jesus'. Instead, I was on the receiving end of a blessing from him. Whether or not he was a Christian, I don't know, but I do know that he treated me in such a way as to remind me that as well as being called to be a disciple of Christ, I am also 'the least' and that God seeks to bless me through other people. </div>
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What happened was very mundane: we needed 10 pence. It wasn't life or death, it was just that we wanted to buy a newspaper and we'd both come out without wallets so had managed to find the necessary £2 in various pushchair pockets and baskets. But, it turned out that £2 wasn't enough - we were 10 pence short and this gentleman looked on as we comically searched through the pockets of my eldest son's jacket just in case he'd squirrelled away some coins. We shared a joke with the gentleman that we might find a fortune in there and then I suggested to my husband that we'd just have to go home and get some more cash. </div>
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At which point, the unkempt, unshaven man carrying a six-pack of lager dug deep in his pockets and asked us how much we were short, then offered me a whole fistful of change to choose from. </div>
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It was only 10 pence, but in our society where everyone is so keen not to get involved in other peoples' problems or conversations, this incident really touched me. It made me feel guilty about the prejudices I carry around, where I feel that from a quick glance at someone, I am able to judge things about them; it made me realise that I need to be more like that man - willing to help in whatever small way I can; and it made me realise that I need to be more willing to accept the kindness of strangers - let them treat me as a brother or sister of Jesus without them expecting anything in return.</div>
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It was only 10 pence, but it was worth so much more. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">However, as I lay in bed, grumpy and fed-up, listening to all the fun that was going on in our garden, I suddenly felt an unbelievable sense of being very blessed: blessed by my amazing parents and parents-in-law who are so wonderful looking after my boys, and by a family who all have so much fun together and are willing to give so much support to each other.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Most of all, I realised what a joy my children are and how I don't stop to notice this enough. It's easier with my youngest son as he stays still for long enough for me to just enjoy him! With my eldest though, I realised that during a normal day I am so focused on running the house, getting us out of the door for toddler groups, cooking meals, changing nappies, dealing with tantrums (the list could go on) that I don't spend enough time looking at him, marvelling at the little boy he is becoming and noticing the lovely little things about his personality.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yesterday, with all the normal jobs and routines of childcare taken over by other family members I was able to just listen to him chatting away, playing games with his cousins or watch him out of the window digging up soil. I was able to fully enjoy him being him without the normal ups and downs of daily life that I usually have to contend with as well. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">John 1 v 16 states "from the fullness of His grace, we have received one blessing after another." Yesterday I was able to pause and reflect on some of the blessings God has given me. My prayer for the coming week is that I will continue to find time to do that and to thank God for all that He gives me. </span></div>
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Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-15924803623862366112011-09-29T20:40:00.000+01:002011-09-29T20:40:39.044+01:00Second child<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When my eldest was born my Mum gave me a lovely book entitled 'Meditations for New Mothers' by Beth Wilson Saavedra and when I was flicking through it the other day, I came across this quotation from Amy D'Agrosa:</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I eagerly counted each of my first child's milestones. With my second, all I want to do is hold him like a baby.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It really struck a chord with me as my littlest was 5 months old yesterday and I almost feel that he is growing up too quickly. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With my first I was looking forward to the time when he could enjoy being on his tummy and then when he had mastered that, I couldn't wait for him to sit up because I thought it would make both our lives more fun. When he'd been sitting for a while I started to hope that he would crawl soon. And so on. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I enjoyed each moment but enjoyed it as a step to the next achievement. This time around however, because I know that each phase is so short-lived and because I look at my eldest and wonder where the time has gone, I am truly relishing each moment of my little one's babyhood. During the night feeds in the early days I would enjoy just being with him in mutual sleepiness, knowing that the time would soon pass when he'd need me to get through the night; when he gurgles away to himself I am not wondering what his first word will be and when. That's not to say I don't delight in the new little things he is learning day by day; only that I am not eagerly anticipating the next phase because I know that it will come soon enough, so I can just enjoy him for who he is and what he is doing at this moment in time. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This got me thinking about my relationship with God as Father and I really hope that he views me like the second child the quotation above refers to. I am sure that he wants for me to do more, to achieve my potential and that he encourages me to do so. But I am also certain in His love for me regardless of what I do or fail to do. </span></div>
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Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-43805947759201487272011-09-25T19:55:00.000+01:002011-09-25T19:55:31.797+01:00To the RiverAfter settling my eldest in crèche this morning I walked back into church during the end of the second verse and the chorus of this song:<br />
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<i>Lord I need to meet you there.</i><br />
<i>Precious Jesus, I am ready</i><br />
<i>to surrender every care.</i><br />
<i>Take my hand now, lead me closer,</i><br />
<i>Lord I need to meet you there.</i><br />
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Something about the simple but concrete image of the river really spoke to me; we can all, wherever we are, whatever we are doing, take Jesus' hand and go with him to the river.<br />
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I pray the words of this song might speak to you as they spoke to me.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As we drove off the ferry at Dover yesterday after 10 wonderful days holidaying in France, I turned on my phone and did three things: checked text messages, listened to voicemail, and then clicked on the Facebook app.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Only two hours previously I'd been chatting to hubby about how lovely it was to have such a fabulous time, uninterrupted by modern social media. But then as soon as it was available, I just couldn't resist.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The thing is, after 10 days without Facebook (which I didn't miss at all) I realised that there are things about it which I am really starting to question in terms of how I use my time and the values I want to impart to my children. I will often go on the internet for '5 minutes' when the boys go down for their lunchtime nap and still be there an hour and a half later, having given myself just enough time to sort the house out before they wake up, and having no time to relax (I do not count being at the computer as relaxing!). When my children are older I will make sure that there are limits to the amount of time they spend on the computer so I also need to start limiting myself, and Facebook has become, for me, too time consuming.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am also aware that by the time my boys are ready to have a mobile phone, all phones will have internet access and the levels of control I have over what my children can access will be far less than it has been in recent years. So if I'm not going to be able to ban phone use, I at least need to be setting a good example about how I use my phone. Being on the Facebook app while my eldest is in the bath is not, I have decided, a good example!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And then there is the tendency many of us have on Facebook to present an unrealistically positive view of life. I know that I do this, and I know from talking to friends that many of them do to. Why share with 200 Facebook 'friends' when something is not working out, or the fact that you've had a rubbish day and yelled at the kids, or why post an unflattering photo of yourself when you could choose one that makes you look like everything a yummy mummy should?!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I have decided that I don't want to live lovely moments to then think how I can work it into a status update or take a photograph of my children looking adorable and then head straight for a computer to upload it. I don't want my children thinking that something is only valid if it's shared with everyone through Facebook, or telling someone thank you or that you love them only counts if you say it via a Facebook update.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Facebook has it's good points too and it has made it easy to keep in touch with genuine friends where otherwise life and its business would mean we may not be in such regular contact; or where friends live such a distance away, it's been the only way of us knowing what each others' children look like. And those are the aspects I will miss when I sign off.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Instead of whiling away hours finding out what people who I've not seen for 10 years are doing and looking through photos of their children who I will never meet, I will try to concentrate my time on communicating better with the people I truly care about. It doesn't matter that the rest of the world won't be in on it when I thank a friend for a lovely night out or tell my husband that I love him, or email a few photos of the boys to people who I know genuinely care about receiving them. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With the arrival of our second child four months ago, I felt a lot more able to cope with the changes to family life, mainly because I knew that everything was just a phase. Hour long feeds? They'll only take that long for the first few weeks. Constant night waking? It passes. Screaming til he's blue in the face at bath time? He will soon learn to love it.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And I was right; but it doesn't change the fact that there are always new things to deal with (potty training anyone?!) and new things to teach our little ones. As they are constantly learning, so are we. I came across a brilliant quote from Robert Brault: <i>The trouble with learning to parent on the job is that your child is the teacher. </i>A lovely idea, and great in theory, but in practice children are not always very clear in what they are trying to teach! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">One of the things I have struggled with most about motherhood is the lack of feedback and praise (yes I realise that I shouldn't need to hear other people telling me I'm doing a good job, but I do!) In previous jobs, I have undergone assessments, received feedback, attended appraisals and been in receipt of bonuses for good performance. Now the people in the best position to offer me appraisals of my work as a mum are my kids. And if we are having a bad day, their feedback can be pretty brutal and not particularly constructive (as can be my responses too)!</span></div>
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Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-4340519744614464242011-09-08T14:54:00.004+01:002011-09-09T08:18:18.809+01:00Shouting!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When I was undergoing teacher training I was told that shouting as a form of discipline is generally ineffective and that whispering was a far more effective way to control the class. Shout, and you add another loud voice to a room full of thirty clamouring teenagers; whisper and everyone suddenly quietens down to hear what you're saying.Initially sceptical, I realised within a few weeks that my voice was the best tool I had in the classroom and that whispering did indeed calm things down more effectively than shouting. And so throughout my teaching career I very rarely needed to raise my voice.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fast forward a few years and I decided that the same techniques would work with parenting too. How naive! Not that it doesn't work with one's own children: I still believe it does and still find that when I speak calmly to my toddler he responds far better and situations are diffused much more quickly. No, naive because I was totally ignorant of the fact that one's own children have an uncanny ability to get under one's skin; that they push buttons until all the calm and whispering has been squashed inside of us and the only release is a big ranting shout!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After a particularly shouty morning this week (all before we'd even sat down to breakfast) I felt unbelievably guilty and vowed to try and revert back to the calm conversations of my previous life. Cue an unruly toddler this afternoon, and it all goes out of the window. He shouts, then shouts again, and again and again. I shout. He shouts some more. I shout. I leave the room. He cries (I'm not proud of this by the way!). But the next bit is the thing that I am trying to work on. I go to him, cuddle him and say sorry for shouting. He says sorry too. We cuddle some more, then he drags me off to show me his car. Incident forgotten.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I would love to be able to say I'm not going to shout at my children. But that would be a lie. The truth is that I will try to not shout at my children; but know that I will fail. The truth is also that I will make a point of saying sorry when I do shout. I will introduce them to the idea of sorry and forgiveness. And as I know that I am forgiven by God after each 'sorry' I pray that they will grow up knowing they are too. And that we will all learn to try again with a clean slate.</span><br />
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<div>I came across this article (click on the link above) in the Guardian yesterday and thought the last section summed up really succinctly the change in our lives when we become parents. I love the fact that the mother just gets up to put her child back to bed without even thinking about it and think it's a great example of how we do so many things on a daily basis which we don't even think about any more. One comment slightly jarred with me though:</div><div><br />
</div><div>"All your life up til that point [when you have children] you're self-focused, you're the centre of the picture....When you have kids you stop being the picture: you become the frame."</div><div><br />
</div><div>While I agree that you can't be self-focused when you have children, I can't believe that we as parents should simply let our children take centre stage.If everything about family life is designed to put children first and to develop them to become the best they can be (as so much middle-class parenting seems to be about these days, with the endless clubs, lessons, and activities), how will children ever learn that other people have needs too? And how much pressure will they feel if they think that their parents' lives have been put on hold to bring them up?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Instead of the idea of children as a picture and parents as a frame, I'd like to think of my family life as one enormous canvas where we all splatter paint on, rub things out, start again; a picture that we all create and recreate together each day. Much less pressure for us as parents, and much more fun for our kids too!</div><div><br />
</div>Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800779823527049844.post-12152855097605868632011-09-04T19:49:00.000+01:002011-09-04T19:49:19.258+01:00If Jesus lived in London....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"></span><br />
<div>At the risk of jumping on the London Riots bandwagon, I have been thinking a lot about this recently. It seems that so many people were very quick to judge those who were looting and rioting, but there were very few who were willing to try and view things from a different perspective. </div><div><br />
</div><div>In my previous life I taught at an inner-city secondary school and can well imagine that some of my ex-pupils will have been among the rioters. During my time teaching my heart would break for these young people who had never experienced someone to love them, to offer guidance and to instill respect in them. Many of these pupils did not have parental role models or people who could show them love and respect. How then are they to love and respect themselves, let alone other people in society?</div><div><br />
</div><div>I do not want to make excuses for the individuals who instigated or were drawn into the riots.What they did was illegal, dangerous and totally disrespectful of other people and property. However, I do want to try and view them from God's perspective: they are His children, created by Him, loved by Him, able to be restored by Him. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I feel sure that the same Jesus who said: "let the little children come unto me" (Matthew 19.14) would also draw these young people to himself and show them a better way. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Unfortunately, Jesus does not live in London, so it falls to us instead to follow his example! As a mother, I pray that God gives me the grace, love and patience that I need to bring up my children to follow His path. I also pray for those children and young people who do not know what it means to be loved and guided by a parent: that they may come to know the Jesus who wants to draw them close. </div><div style="font-size: small;"><br />
</div>Rachel Brittonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694898637978597880noreply@blogger.com0