Monday, March 24, 2014

Help Me to Come Closer to God by Myself: RPOTC Chapters 1 & 2



Catechesis is about forming a relationship. A relationship begins the very day, the very moment, that God creates that child in his mother’s womb, before the mother is even aware of that child’s existence.  Catechesis is not only about reciting the Ten Commandments and the Hail Mary, although we absolutely should teach our children these things. However, what we usually think of as “religious education” is merely the body, which serves the purposes of the soul.  The soul of religious education is that relationship of love with God that makes us desire to know more and more of Him.

None of us women in the group on Wednesday had heard that idea before, although all of us immediately saw it is true.  We’ve done things like have our toddlers blow kisses to Jesus in the tabernacle, sang our babies “Jesus Loves Me,” and such, long before we ever thought of “Catechesis” in the formal sense.  It’s just right.  But it’s beautiful to read it in such language as Cavalletti’s, confirming what we’ve already intuitively grasped and expanding upon it, giving us the privilege to see just how deep the love of God and a child can go.

Some of the anecdotes were surprising to us, especially about children from atheistic homes wanting to go to church and be baptized.  I think the most surprising part was that the parents went along with it!  The book doesn’t say, but we wondered how long those parents stayed atheists.  Also the part about how well behaved the children always were during and after Mass.  As hard as we try, that is not usually our experience!

We spent time discussing just how total children are.  They throw themselves wholeheartedly into each and every little thing they do.  And so trusting.  What adult would allow someone to throw them up in the air four times their height?  Not only allow it, but to think it great fun?  A big concept of these chapters is the essentiality of the child, meaning they go straight to the heart of things with no pretense, no self-consciousness, not holding anything back.  We think this quality of little children is what Jesus meant when he said, “Unless you become like little children…”  Little children want what Cavalletti calls the “vital nucleus,” the most essential, complete truth.  This is like planting a seed.  All of the plant is there, complete and present in the tiny seed, but of course it must grow and develop.  Another analogy I found helpful was that of St. Paul’s comparison of spiritual milk vs. meat (1 Corinthians 3:2).  When a baby is breastfed, the mother’s milk is the only food he gets.  However, it is perfect and complete in every way, easy to digest, meeting his every nutritional need.  So too should our presentation of the Gospel be to small children.

I also shared a picture that my son Anthony drew in the Atrium.  It illustrates the concepts in these chapters of children having a mysterious knowledge of God.  Here is his explanation:  "It’s a picture of God. He is very very happy in Heaven.  It is always light there.  It's a city in Heaven but I just drew God and the sun."  I asked him about the three people, and he said, "That's just God.  That one is Jesus. (The green figure in the middle.)"  



We all felt a sense of peace from reading these two chapters about our vocations as parents.  By helping our children to come closer to God by themselves, we are merely facilitating a perfectly natural and joyful process.  “Raising our children up for heaven” is big responsibility that certainly will involve a great deal of sacrifice and struggle, but it is the very nature of children and of God to establish a relationship of love between them.  We do not have to force it to happen, and really, we should never try because love cannot be forced anyway.  Obedience, perhaps, but never love.  Really our responsibility is to bring them to Jesus by bringing them to the Mass, reading the Scriptures with them, and then getting out of God’s way.

As mothers often do, we veered away from the book proper a little bit into practical applications of these ideas.  We talked about sitting up front at Mass so the children could see and participate in what was happening.  About encouraging spontaneous prayer by asking our children, “Would you like to pray for anyone tonight?” or, “What would you like to say to Jesus?”  Sometimes when we’ve done this we’ve been surprised by their responses, like four-year-old Thomas saying he was thankful for “Jesus and Mary.”   

We all thought it was a good idea to write down these little moments of grace, so we could remember them ourselves and also to share with them when they are older.   On the other hand, we don’t want to make a fuss over these things, lest we damage the beautiful natural spontaneity and un-self-consciousness of childhood.  The last thing we want is them trying to please us, to be clever or show off how "good" they are.  We should just appear to take no notice, because in truth these things are perfectly natural and not the result of any extraordinary goodness of our child.  And then exult over them with our husbands after the children are safely asleep!

Thursday, March 13, 2014

I Think I Need a Retreat

Has it been a whole week, internet? Let's try that again. Has it only been a week, internet? It has been Survival Mode at Castle Keane. I don't really remember the weekend, except I got to go to Mass alone because Ryan and I traded off. Anthony was ill, then of course Katie Rose, Ryan's been super busy at work running this workshop which ended today. He was supposed to take the day off tomorrow to take care of the children because I am leaving on retreat in the morning. But he can't because he has to participate in Monday-morning-quarterbacking the workshop that they just finished. Found a babysitter in the nick of time so I can still go but that was a scramble. It was also necessary to scrub the dining room floor and the dining room rug, climb Mount Wash More, and make a batch of freezer-to-crockpot meals in anticipation of my family otherwise living on PB&J and Cheerios all weekend. I should tell you horror stories about Ryan's bachelor kitchen sometime. Also the meals are anticipating the advent of babysitting Baby Nicholas starting Monday. We had a trial run with Nicholas this week. He cried almost the entire three hours. Katie Rose still isn't quite better, figured out today that it was an ear infection. Got her on antibiotic, so I'm hoping that I'll come home to my happy girl again. I haven't been away alone for a retreat or any other reason since being married five years ago. I think it's time.

We cancelled Religious Potential of the Child on Wednesday due to Katie Rose's indisposition and two other mothers being sick. The good news is two more women are joining next week and now they won't be behind, because you definitely don't want to miss the first two chapters! I'll be back from my retreat refreshed and ready to reflect in not run-on sentences. I wish you all a peaceful weekend! Pray for me for a good retreat that I can draw the strength from the Lord I am so needing to do the work He wills me to do!

“Cast yourself into the arms of God and be very sure that if he wants anything of you, He will fit you for the work and give you strength.” ~St. Philip Neri

Of course, the quote I have written on my chalkboard right now is Philippians 2:14 "Do all things without grumbling or questioning." Fortunately I will have plenty of opportunity for Confession this weekend!

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real: Zig-Zag Quilt Reveal!

Pretty and Happy:


It's finished!!!  This is definitely the largest quilt I've finished, at about 4 feet by 5 feet.  The colors are just so happy and the zig-zag is just full of energy.  Perfect for a little boy!  The fabrics are very little-boyish as well, with bicycles, rockets, and little boys chasing paper planes.  Most of it is the Children at Play fabric that I got for Christmas, with solids and dots and such from my stash.




Aren't these just the cutest?





And it washed up with that awesome crinkly texture that always makes me glad I went simple with the quilting and stippled it.

Funny and Real:


Anthony's outfit.  Yes, they're both Thomas pajama components, but no, they really don't match.  But you're home sick so that's just fine.

The backing fabric he's so adorably showing off is... a sheet from the thrift store!  The colors and the boat print coordinate perfectly with the other fabrics.  Anybody else find that God gives them perfect little gifts like that?  I mean, what are the chances of finding that absolutely perfect backing?

His faces are pretty funny, too.  He was a little sad that he doesn't get to keep this quilt, but it's going to support his school so he's resigned himself with a good grace.



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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

RPOTC Chapter One: God and the Child

Happy Ash Wednesday!  For those of you reading The Religious Potential of the Child along with me this Lent, here are some discussion questions for Chapter One.  If you are not yet, read about why you should be and join us!  It's only day one of Lent!  I will share some responses from the real-life group after we meet next Wednesday, or at least my own.  We would love to hear your questions and insights, which I will bring to the group.  My grand vision is to have the online discussion and the real life one mutually enriching each other.  So let's start talking!


Chapter One:  God and the Child

“…because you have revealed these things to mere children.”  -Matthew 11:25

Definitions:
Normalize- In Montessori jargon, normalization is when the children freely choose their work, concentrate, and are working as members of a respectful, peaceful community.  They are developing as they ought.
Exigence-urgent need intrinsic to the child


Do you find any of the anecdotes in this chapter surprising or incredible?  Why?




Have you yourself had a joyful encounter with God in childhood, or witnessed anything like this in your children?




Have you ever been surprised by some heavenly knowledge your children had, knowing you had not taught it to them?





Do you sometimes fall into the trap of trying to force a “proper” religious response out of your children while they are still very young, probably for the sake of our own egos?





How have we thought about our duty to raise our children up for Heaven in the past?  Has this chapter changed any of those thoughts? 




Do you think early childhood could be the “sensitive period” for faith? If the religious nature of the child were repressed or ignored now, would it be harder to come to faith later in life?



Monday, March 3, 2014

Big Boy Room

My quilt is all finished except for the binding, and I have the first round Religious Potential of the Child questions almost ready to post.  But today I want to show you Anthony's room.  I promised my mom pictures of Anthony's room now that he's sleeping in a regular bed and we've changed things around, and I like reading these kinds of posts on other blogs, so in the spirit of reciprocity here goes:

Ta-Da!


We deep cleaned this room, pulling everything away from the walls and cleaning the perimeter, then putting everything back and cleaning the middle.  Nap wasn't happening, so may as well start a big project, right?





When all of the things are in the middle of the room, what does that create around the outside?  Anybody who knows Anthony knows it's a choo-choo track, of course!  He was running around (and around and around) with the feather duster as his smoke stack, Katie Rose trailing behind wearing the engineer's hat.  And no, I did not get a picture.  You'll just have to imagine that. :)





The whole reason we rearranged was for the seedlings to be on top of the shelves in front of the south-facing window.   The shelves were on the opposite wall before. I think I like it this way much better! It looks bigger now. Things on the walls are in odd spots now, but I'll get to that.




I think my favorite part of the room is actually inside Anthony's closet.  We have this neat reading nook hidden away in there.  Library books go in the basket.  We put a sleeping bag and extra pillows on top of his old crib mattress.  If I can't find either of the children chances are they're curled up in the closet reading!


He can reach and put away all his own clothes, since the top bar is all out-of-season things.  I also found a second striped sheet to exactly match the one for the closet curtain! One of these days I want to make a valance for the windows, or else a bed skirt. I can't decide which would be better use of the striped sheet, since there's only enough fabric for one of those. I'm leaning toward bed skirt, and finding something else for the window.

Back to your regularly scheduled postings tomorrow!

Friday, February 28, 2014

Checkout Encounter: Be Prepared to Make a Defense for the Hope That Is in You

Ok, ok, I must of course address the glaring fact that I've missed two days of my sacred commitment to write seven posts in seven days.  I've been working on my quilt, I promise!  I will be writing a reveal post before these seven days are up.  I didn't have to rush it quite so much because we are here awaiting the umpteeth Snowmageddon of the winter rather than driving back from a weekend traveling and visiting friends and family.  I did take a break and visited an antique mall with a dear friend here today.  Although we live in the same city it's been over a month since we've seen each other.  I have way too many friends like that.  I also had apple pie for breakfast.  Gotta get these things in before Lent starts!

What I want to write about tonight is what happened at checkout.  Sociologists take note: the checkout of doom exists in antique malls, too!  No, not really.  Sometimes Checkout Encounters are excellent.  Lisa and I are clearly Catholic nerds.  I bought salt and pepper shakers and a small statue of Our Lady holding Jesus.  Lisa got a long black mantilla and a sick call set.  If you don't know what a sick call set is, it's a crucifix that slides open to reveal a compartment with blessed beeswax candles and holy water, used when the priest visits an ill or dying person in the family.  I'm sure a priest would be prepared when making such a visit, but I like them in the home as an excellent momento mori.

The man ringing up Lisa's purchases was about sixty, balding but with a wisp of curly gray ponytail.  He wore cool black glasses and one diamond earring in his left ear.  He asked Lisa about the sick call set, saying he vaguely remembered seeing them as a child.  Then the mantilla.  I think he asked whether she planned to actually use it.  He remembered the nuns pulling out handkerchiefs and Kleenex for the girls if they didn't have a chapel veil.  He said, "None of us knew why but we just did it."

I finished uneventfully paying for my things, and joined Lisa in time for him to ask, "How do you two feel--I'm interested in young people's perspective--about women doing more in the liturgy?  Like female priests? Because my wife--she's about the same age as me--really gets mad that that hasn't happened yet."

I have to give tons of credit to Lisa, because she answered beautifully.  She explained how it wouldn't be possible for a woman to be a priest, because the priest is in the person of Christ, of God.  Christ is the bridegroom and the Church His bride.  God is Father to His children.  A woman could not fill the role of husband and father because it is contrary to her feminine nature.  The Church will never "get with the times" because the times have completely confused what it means to be masculine or feminine.  Women have been given their own unique gifts to be Christ to others, but not ordained ministry.

She didn't say all this in one fell swoop, by the way, but she was prepared for sure.  She also got in a mention about how veiling is actually a way of honoring femininity.  The man listened and we would have talked more.  But the place was closing, so we thanked him and said goodnight.

This reminded me of something that happened when I was in kindergarten.  My memory of this incident is very clear.  The bishop came to visit our school.  After Mass there was a Q&A session with the bishop.  Students were asking his things like, "What's your favorite football team?" It was very informal and the general vibe was, "Gee, bishops are regular guys too."  At age five, I wasn't too interested in football.  Or age ever, really.  So I raised my hand and asked, "Why can't girls be priests?"  The bishop turned absolutely red in the face with anger.  That was the abrupt end of the cute little Q&A.  He believed that some adult had told me to ask that question and he was furious.

Now, I can see why he would have thought that.  Most kindergarteners aren't spontaneously asking such politically charged, deeply theological questions.  Most kindergarteners would ask what color vestments he likes best.  However, he wasted a golden opportunity.  Here was a wonderful chance to exercise his teaching authority as a Bishop of the Church.  He had hundreds of people ripe to hear the beautiful and inspiring truth Lisa gave to her audience of one, and he completely blew it.  Probably many people who witnessed that were ready to believe that the Church has no real reason for keeping women from Holy Orders.  Since the Bishop couldn't answer why not, well, why not?  Maybe the Church really was just misogynist, since they didn't hear any argument to convince them otherwise.

Same with those nuns that slapped Kleenex on embarrassed little girls' heads.  If only one sister had explained to them the beauty of what the veil, they would never fall into the trap that they're just a symbol of oppression.  I won't get into the veil now, because this post is already getting long, but read about it here when you get the time.  Much has been written lamenting the sad lack of cathechesis that essentially lost us the generation of Baby Boomers on down.  They didn't know their faith so they were easy pickings when the cultural revolution took hold.

The past is obviously past.  But it means that it's more important that ever to know your faith and "be prepared to make a defense for the hope that is in you" with "gentleness and reverence".  (1 Peter 3:15)  We have authority over our own children and of course the greatest responsibility to evangelize to them, but we are also our brothers' keepers.  You never know when those opportunities will appear!  The verse that often appears in contrast with 1 Peter 3:15 is Luke 12:12, that the Holy Spirit will give you the words.  Of course both are true.  If we have the Truth in our heads and the Holy Spirit in our hearts we are ready to go out and make disciples of all nations.  Or go shopping for antiques on a Friday night.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

The Farmer Boy Diet

I'm re-reading all the Little House books right now, in no particular order.  It started with The Long Winter, because it seemed appropriate what with all the polar vortexes this winter.  Everybody, stop complaining about the cold now.  You might be forced to listen to how Pa and Laura had to twist hay to burn so they could keep from freezing all huddled in the kitchen, and Pa had to take advantage of every day that wasn't blizzarding to haul more hay from the homestead through the treacherous slough where the horse would fall into the snow and need to be dug out, and they had to grind Almanzo's precious seed wheat in the coffee mill to keep from starvation...  Ok, shutting up now.

But now I'm reading Farmer Boy.  Oh my goodness, how the Wilder family did eat!  It's worse than reading The Pickwick Papers.  Here is what eight-year-old Almanzo ate on a typical winter day:


Breakfast:  Buckwheat pancakes, sausage and gravy, oatmeal with cream and maple sugar, fried potatoes, preserves and jams and jellies and doughnuts, apple pie (of which Almanzo eats two big wedges)

Dinner:  Bread and butter, sausage, doughnuts, apples, apple turnover

Supper: Ham, baked beans, salt pork, boiled potatoes with gravy, bread and butter, mashed turnips, stewed pumpkin, cheese, plum preserves, strawberry jam, grape jelly, spiced watermelon-rind pickles, a large piece of pumpkin pie

Evening snack:  Popcorn with butter and salt, apples, apple cider


This was a weekday menu, not even Sunday.  Nowadays we would never cook that much food unless we had a lot of people for a holiday dinner.  And hardly anybody was obese then!  I suppose they burned all those calories doing their chores on the farm and walking to school and just keeping warm.  And Mrs. Wilder certainly burned it off cooking all of that food on a woodstove every day!

I also have a reprint of The White House Cookbook originally published in 1872.  The menus are quite similar to this one, although presumably the President and his family didn't do nearly as much physical labor as the Wilders!

I just can't wrap my brain around how people ate that much food.  Nowadays we're obviously much more sedentary, and processed food packs an unnatural amount of calories into a small amount of food.  But still, oh my gosh!  Maybe the portions were much much smaller.  A "big wedge" of pie could be our, "Oh just a little piece?"  But that doesn't make sense either.  Why would Mrs. Wilder cook up so many dishes to just give everyone a tiny bit of everything?  Why not just double the turnips, skip the pumpkin, and call it good?  Farm wives had plenty to do without cooking unnecessarily.  Make doughnuts or pie for breakfast, why both?  I just don't get it.  Maybe Mrs. Wilder just loved to cook and that was her "love language." I suppose the only solution to this conundrum is to move out to a farm and see whether I start cooking this way!

I wonder what they ate on Christmas.



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