Questions.
Questions.
Questions.
It begins in toddlerhood: “Why?”
The point is never to discourage her so she stops asking you and starts seeking answers elsewhere.
While it often is so annoying and inconvenient, it is necessary and good for our children to ask questions to understand the world around them.
Take a moment and breathe a little prayer and formulate an answer for your child the next time she asks. Sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes it’s an interruption.
Kids will seek negative attention if they’re not getting positive attention. They prefer to be yelled at than be ignored.
My kids ask the greatest questions. Their questions remind me of their curious minds that God gave them. It also shows me how much they really do know based on the level of their questioning.
Alex is very curious about blood lately. He wants to know where it comes from, how it’s made, what’s in it, what it does. He’s three!
I am exhausted by all the questions.
Katie wants to visit a Native American tribe and learn their ways and language. Tori wants to watch bugs. Liz wants to know why Dad enjoys hot sauce on his food.
Their vocabulary, connections, and memory work help them to formulate very intelligent questions to get higher level information about whatever they’re learning about. I am often amazed.
I am so blessed by my children wanting to constantly know more, more, more.
God gave them such beautiful minds and hearts that I long to protect.
Katie is fascinated by animals. So, we encourage her by subscribing to NatGeo kids, Zoobooks, Ranger Rick, and her library account is full of animal books. She told me this morning that she wants to learn all the languages in the world. I pray that she finds her calling and focuses on her talents and gifts for Jesus.
Tori is analytical and domestic. She loves to help with chores and cook and I am more than happy to have her cheerful help. Her favorite subjects are math and physical science. I pray that she finds a way to use her gentle heart for the glory of God. I pray she is protected from mean people because I fear it would break her rather than make her stronger.
Alex is our only boy. He is a lover. He is a gentleman. He has a mind of his own. I pray he becomes a strong leader for God’s kingdom and does wonderful, world-changing things.
Liz loves language. She loves to read. She is also a blank slate. I really have to be careful assuming she knows something or has made a connection between two concepts. Often, she just doesn’t know and we get upset at one another. I know if she attended school, she would be labeled an “airhead” or other, uglier, names. I pray that I am patient with her and help her become discerning of the world.
My middle girls are night and day different from other, but they complement each other. I pray they stay close to each other. I know that school would kill their love of learning and creativity.
I pray for communication to always be open with my kids.
I pray they always feel comfortable coming to me to discuss anything.
If I don’t know the answer or the question makes me uncomfortable, I pray I have the strength to tell my kids, “Let’s look that up together.”
I don’t want my kids looking up sex questions on Google. I don’t want them being discipled by pop music and Hollywood.
I want them to be different.