I've been vaguely uneasy since school let out. We have been busy. Everyone has been happy and well, but there's been an undercurrent of something amiss and today I think I know what it is.
My children are restless.
Gone are the routines that give structure to their day. Our workload is drastically less and so is the "running around town getting things done." I've been looking forward to it all year. "Finally," I thought, "time to do all my projects, dig into the books I want to read, clear my head..."
Instead, I find myself appeasing them all day long. Play dates, movies, ice cream, computer. It is all fun and games and if there is any lag in the entertainment, well, they don't know what to do with themselves. They crave but they don't know for what.
This has got to be a common problem today. In the past, children worked. They helped their family survive. They had purpose.
Obviously, I know my children have purpose. But do they know it? Surely there is more to parenting than keeping them safe and entertained until 18, 21, 25?
I think I've done a decent job parenting thus far. I can pretty much guarantee that my children will grow up to be moral, law-abiding, productive citizens. But I need to make a shift and go deeper. It is time for them to start owning their faith and thinking about more important things than the Disney channel.
Those of you who have walked before me - I would love your ideas and insights. Most parenting books address a child's behavior, but rarely address their heart. I really want to look back on this summer as a time of sifting out some of the distractions. Thank you!