We came to the end of our family scripture study once again last night. Final verse, final chapter. Whereupon, Quinton wanted to know if we were going to read the Index this time. Pleeease?
Uh, no. As enlightening as I’m sure that would be…
At any rate, we started over at the beginning, chapter one, verse one, which of course got me to thinking about parents. Good parents, specifically. (Ha! At church last week an old lady put up her hand and expressed the opinion that Mary and Joseph were pretty negligent parents for losing Jesus that year in Jerusalem. I love it when the front row shakes things up in Sunday School.)
It occurs to me tonight that goodly parents are those who pass on to their children the things they need to know: how to read and write and drive a car. How to order a pizza and how to make jello. Whatever it is you have, you pass it on. Most of it, your children will never even realize they gleaned from your experience.
You don’t have to teach them everything that other parents of other children understand; you teach them what you know, and then you encourage them to learn more–to become more than you are, to know more than you know, to question the world around them and all of the information they encounter.
And so it occurs to me, of course, that I too, have been born of goodly parents, and how fortuitous, because it is after all a Thankful Thursday. Ergo: I am grateful for parents who taught me frugality, honesty, and table manners. For teaching me real literacy–not just the ability to read, but the ability to think about what I read and express my own thoughts in writing. How to cook and clean, and sew. Thousands of life skills I take for granted. Even from their faults and shortcomings, I have learned life lessons: that we keep trying, day in and day out. That we do not have to be perfect to approach God or to ask for his help.
(And yes, if my parents had been here tonight, they would have probably agreed with Quinton that the Index would make perfectly acceptable reading material. They’re a little freaky that way about words…)