No hide, no Christmas box.
Right now, your face is blank. Unless you're among the privileged few who has heard this phrase before. Think about it for a minute... Got it?
Nothing?
Well, think of it this way: No courage, no reward.
There are mothers who raise their kids with oodles of cuddles and lashings of sympathy. There are mothers who raise their kids with a hands-off, you-can-do-it attitude. And there are mothers who raise their kids with pithy sayings.
My mum, like her mum before her, was one of the last kind (the first kind, too). I've had no cause to regret it. Present me with a sticky situation, and you can be pretty sure that one of my mum's sayings is on the tip of my brain, rescuing me from my not-so-carefree personality.
The other day, I asked a sales assistant to take half the price off a half-way-through-the-year Tolkien calendar, and she did. I'm not the type to approach a stranger and ask for something, so I've got my mum to thank for the extra money in my wallet. No hide, no Christmas box.
Here's another. Imagine your son is the saddest-looking clown
in school,
not having a shiny wig like all the other clowns, just a random collection of
drooping clothes from his sister's dress-ups. Not that this would ever
happen to me. But if it did, I might happen to say, as my mother said to me, It's not the end of the world. Because it's not.
I was once on the tram, scrambling for my ticket, when something
embarrassing and *cough* feminine may or may not have fallen out of my
handbag, in full view of the passengers. It must run in the family: my Grandma carried out an entire conversation with the milkman at the door ignoring the underpants around her ankles, the elastic having given way thanks to a bad
case of pregnancy belly. Oh well, You've got to laugh or you'd cry.
You know those little phrases that get handed down like a family fingerprint? Every time my mum and I set off on a mother-daughter outing, the seat belts would click and she'd say, Well, this is fun! Much to my daughter's annoyance, it pops out of my mouth (I can't help saying it! I have to say it!) when we set off anywhere. I tell her she'll say it to her daughter one day. She tells me she won't. We'll see.
Now let's put them together.
Let's say, theoretically of course, that your boys are behaving, as
boys will, with maximum noise and falling-about, right in the middle of
Myer, despite all your tellings-off, and they pull over, of all things, a rack of expensive suits, and the women at the counter gives you a dirty look when you apologise, and says, in a fierce hiss, "I'll fix it", when you offer to put them back ...
It's not the end of the world. Now you're feeling a little better.
You've got to laugh or you'd cry. Now you're giggling.
Isn't this fun? Now you're talking like my mum, and all the better for it.
Written, very, very late - with apologies, but holidays are important, people! - in response to Meredith's writing challenge.
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Friday, April 23, 2010
kid's art project: crazy faces
Here's another easy, effective art project we did during the school holidays, on a day when my mum was here with her enthusiasm and ingenuity. All you need is a digital camera and a printer!
Mum and Lizzy took 6 photos of each other, printed them out, cut them into rectangles or squares, arranged them with a nod to Picasso, and stuck them onto cardboard or paper with a gluestick.
I love the way the face parts in Lizzy's picture bend and stretch until it's like looking at a face through a fisheye lens.


Mum's version is more crazy and comical!

Mum and Lizzy took 6 photos of each other, printed them out, cut them into rectangles or squares, arranged them with a nod to Picasso, and stuck them onto cardboard or paper with a gluestick.
I love the way the face parts in Lizzy's picture bend and stretch until it's like looking at a face through a fisheye lens.
Mum's version is more crazy and comical!
Friday, October 30, 2009
my role models of Christian womanhood
Who have been your role models of Christian womanhood?
- my Mum, who loves Jesus and who has a very different personality to me, bless her, and thus, by God's grace, taught me to balance my weaknesses (perfectionism, pessimism) with her strengths (a willingness to make mistakes and a great ability to laugh at herself)
- my dear friends Jenny and Emma, who never stop encouraging me to live for Jesus
- godly older women whose example has encouraged me to be a Titus 2 woman to younger women - Deb, Rosie and Heather are some names which spring to mind (you know who you are!)
- women I know who struggle with depression, severe anxiety or ongoing grief and keep loving God and serving others through their pain
- women who write and teach about biblical womanhood like Sharon James, Elyse Fitzpatrick and Carolyn Mahaney
You can read the rest of the interview - which is mainly about books I've read and enjoyed this year - at EQUIP book club today.
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