I have many themes in my life- pastor's wife, working mom, adoptive parent, mother of children with special needs, etc. The one that seems to be taking most of my attention right now though is opponent of sibling rivalry.
My first born, from what I have read, is a very typical first born. He wants to be in charge, wants 90% of your attention, and is still mad at the 2nd child for shortening his 18 year reign as the only child to just 2 years. My 2nd born (now middle child) is also a typical 2nd born. He is a peacemaker, charmer, adores his older brother, and would do anything to gain his approval. It is really sad to watch this exchange because I feel as though I am constantly sticking up for Sam to protect his sweet heart against the jealous verbal attacks of his brother.
Don't get me wrong, we have periods where it is not that bad and they actually enjoy each other, but we also have periods where it is the running theme of our home.
SO I HAVE A PLAN: Follow my reasoning and tell me if I am crazy....
*I want my children to love each other and to live their lives relating to each other in a manner that demonstrates that love.
*The greatest demonstration of love ever was Christ dying on the cross for you and me
*That demonstration of love was an act of self sacrifice. Christ was a servant and we are the recipients of that service- demonstration of love.
*Often times we have to live something out in order to make it real in our hearts- you know loving a spouse or a brand new baby. We have to "fill" the role sometime to "feel" the role
*HERE IS MY POINT- I am going to start teaching my children to serve one another in order to try and change the atmosphere around here. I am thinking simple things like taking each other's dishes to the sink or putting up each other's laundry.
This may be a total flop, but I think my reasoning is good and I am praying that God will reward my efforts and intentions with heart change in my boys. I will let you know how it goes.
PICTURE MOMENT- we had a bow making night at the church last night and we made these for Ruthie. I was worried they would be too big but my friend Elita assured me that there is no such thing.