I sometimes have a hard time asking for help directly, especially from friends (including Mark). For about a month now I’ve been posting a request on facebook, knowing that most of my local friends are members and visit there regularly. Surely if any of them were able to help they would volunteer — and if they didn’t, surely it would mean they were unavailable. Because how could anyone read such a status, be available, and not offer to help? Unless they don’t want to help, in which case I should not bother them by asking directly — it would make everyone uncomfortable, right?
I suppose I knew all along asking directly is the way to go… I just dislike the discomfort.
Really, I mean obedience — but I’m being all cute and clever and using s-words.
How do you teach a willful child about obedience the right way?
It shouldn’t be primarily about my convenience, although it’s perfectly legitimate to take my needs and desires into account, like requiring Amy to do something else while I am working on a sewing project, for example.
It shouldn’t be about mere general compliance, because sometimes disobedience is the way to go — when the person asking for obedience is corrupt, or when the required action is not right, and so on.
I want Amy to obey us because she trusts that we are good and loving. I want her to obey us because she approves of what is right. And, to an extent, I want her to obey because it keeps life moving along a little more smoothly, making life more pleasant for her as well as for us.
Today at the church we were visiting, a family made a presentation about upcoming Vacation Bible School. The theme was that it’s not like school at all — instead, it’s fun. As if school is automatically and necessarily a bad thing. The school wellness program and the librarian reading boring books were two of the specific things ridiculed and scorned. What if one of the school librarians were a member of that congregation? Surely the many doctors that attend there would approve of healthy eating and fitness? Humph.
Amy’s pink nightgown is too tight to go over her head and difficult to get her arms in the sleeves. It fits once it’s on, though. So I cut it down the back halfway and added a fudgy button placket. Hopefully that will work.
I also started sewing snaps onto my knitted chair, to keep the front leg sleeves overlapped by the seat cover.