And Now for the Words ...

We listened to The Legend of Squanto this morning. The crafts were done during this. And it occurred to me, it is during moments like these that I am truly able to see the growth in my children. When we first listened to this recording a few years back, they went into hysterics when Squanto, bullied into revealing his ability to speak, muttered, "Ugh". Today, it was Squanto's difficulty comprehending Christianity, and the various ways man has devised to worship and honor one God and His Son that caught their attention. I know I have periods of deep ... self-doubt, concern, even fear at times about what I am doing. Do they know all they need to know, how they need to know it, when they need to know it? What happens if I am not allowed to do this anymore? Will they fit in? To where can I flee? The future is uncertain, but for now, moments like these help give me the little lift, the tiny pat on the back, the reassurance I need to believe they will be okay. That they are indeed growing, and maturing, and learning.