Thinking of my conversation with the nice plumber man a couple of days ago, I still find myself hoping he will not delay too long. Might he come today? If not, I sure hope he comes tomorrow! When I brought him into the cellar to get a good look at the pipes, I was a bit ashamed! Cleaning the basement was on my to do list, but still undone. So, today was the day. By the time I had finished hanging the laundry, the kids had the space completely emptied!
Overhearing the children’s conversations from the clothes line, it became evident that things were not running smoothly. My little five year old princess was crying in search of someone who would sympathize with her. Apparently she was under threat of being locked into the inner dark pit of the dungeon by a particular older (but still young) brother.
It didn’t take us much time to bring the small space back to order. Half of the things that had piled up over the last year just needed to be thrown out, the other – reorganized. It was the landscape area right outside the door that really took some tough work. As we began to prune back the abundant growth, we found evidence of a garden that had once been. The vines had become so thick, nothing else was visible. The voracious root system was dense throughout the soil, overpowering any other plants that may have thrived. It’s not that the vines are bad, in fact I love how abundant they are, but they sure are prone to take over everything they have access to.
While digging and pulling out roots from the vines, I thought about all of the things that creep in and can easily overtake our lives. Many of the worst culprits can truly be good or look beautiful as do my vines, yet they become too strong and begin to strangle what is most important.
I thought about my little young man, so ready to exert his authority and be treated as one of the “older” kids. At this point in his life, the authority is usually exercised on his younger siblings and not always in appropriate ways. Gently, prayerfully, and deliberately my job (our job as parents) is to mold his growing independence – helping him to gain a wisdom that is from a pure heart; becoming considerate, submissive, full of mercy, productive, and sincere. As he grows in these traits, he will be well on his way to becoming a well respected man wisely using his authority.
I am thankful to my husband for his desire for me to be a stay at home mom. As a result, I have the pleasure of tackling projects with our kids –
from cleaning the dungeon to molding the character of the young knights and princesses – together we work to keep those overpowering roots at bay.
btw: Dear plumber man, the basement is clean; come back soon!