The other day one of my sons sent me a picture of his two boys, ages 3 and 18 months. They were sitting on the running board of their new van. They had their arms around each other, no shirts on, no shoes, and very muddy sweatpants. My first thought was, “Oh, they sat in their new van with those muddy clothes on!” Their faces are beaming – one looks like he’s hoping trouble is right around the corner, and the other is just thrilled to be with his big brother. After a minute I realized that I have almost the same picture at home. The picture I have is of their father and his brother – muddy, shirtless and loving life. Now that I think of it, the seats in my van were filthy – muddy and smelly with cracker crumbs tucked into the crevices, and probably a few French fries scattered about. When those dirty little boys were mine – they and the rest of their siblings spent a lot of time in puddles, dirt, and sand. They were dirty most days within about an hour of having a bath. They charged into life like wild animals. Everything they did was done full force, and they could make an adventure out of almost anything. A drainage ditch after a rainstorm was far more interesting than the swings, and they could find “hidey holes” in the strangest places. It was impossible to keep their fingernails clean, and their knees were always scabby. They didn’t care.
The point is, I wasn’t able to be fussy about the seats in the car, or the fingernails. I was too busy making sure I didn’t lose any of them, and that they were relatively safe. Because there were five of them, and one took more attention than most kids, I wasn’t able to orchestrate everything they did. Sometimes they just had to figure things out for themselves – find their own way – fall down and get back up with a little help from big brother. I went to bed some nights feeling guilty that I hadn’t spent enough time on homework, or that I had let them eat McDonalds again because it was easier. In a lot of ways that “benign neglect” was good for my kids. While my instincts were to protect them from disappointment, failure, hurt feelings and danger – I rarely followed through on that need. I have always liked to be in charge (can you tell?), but most of the time in those days, I was just hanging on for dear life. Raising kids is messy business – emotionally and physically messy. As long as we remember every day – every chance we get - to tell our children we love them and to get on our knees at the end of the day, things will work out for our children. Oh, and eventually they learn to wipe their own noses and clean their own fingernails!
Visit the lobby one morning this week, and see the amazing baskets that were created by each class and the faculty! Raffle tickets are on sale now. It will be difficult to choose, so buy lots of tickets! Visit the Lourdes website to study pictures and descriptions of all baskets, and to buy your tickets online. It can’t be easier than that!
6 Tag Day for grades 8 and 2
9:00 – 11:30am Fifth grade presents the Wax Museum of Historical Figures
7 Mass, 9am
CBN Scholarship breakfast
10 Confessions for 5-8, 1:15pm
11 Stations of the Cross, 9:30am
13 Holy Thursday, Dismissal at 12:10pm No ASC
24 School resumes
25 Performance Series final test, grade 8
26 Seventh grade to Learning Lab
Eighth grade to Vocations Mass
27 Seventh and Eighth grade to the National Gallery of Art
28 Packet pickup 3:30pm- 7:00pm
Lions’ Roar Spaghetti Dinner and SILENT AUCTION, 6:00pm
29 LIONS’ ROAR 5K packet pickup at 8:00am
Race starts at 9:00am, followed by food and fun.
Mrs. McGann, Principal
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