Tuesday, 23 October 2018

Happy Mole Day!

I had no idea that 23rd October was Mole Day, until last year. Hitherto I had presumed that moles were found in annoying mounds under your camp bed or somewhere on your person. Having been diplomatically advised against Chemistry as an O-Level choice however, I can still not give you a coherent explanation of this third type of mole. I understand only that it involves atoms and cake-baking competitions in school science departments! A key element (see what I did there?) seems to be remembering the cake-baking competition the night before.


This is one of the reasons why I'm struggling to offer up particularly heart-felt thanks this week. So, with a conscious effort and despite the fact that Jo only started baking (and decorating) his entry at 9pm last night, I am nonetheless grateful for two boys who show such enthusiasm for such things. Mattman came up with this year's idea on this very date last year when Jo didn't get ranked at all!


So, yes, I'm very glad for two boys who like school and moles and taking part enough to weigh and mix and wash and cut until really far too late into the night! I'm grateful for schools who still give our children opportunities to do things other than tests and assessments and target-setting. I'm grateful too for Prince Charming who, despite a ridiculously stressful day at work, could throw off that level of responsibility and get down on the floor with scissors and glue. And I am most extremely grateful, after all that effort and very sore feet at midnight, that the child did get joint second place. Thankfully plans for next year are already afoot/apaw, and thankfully we seem to have agreed that some forward thinking could be useful...


The rest is harder. I seem to have put my own paws into It. When I put my foot in It, It does usually happen for all the same reasons and It does usually come from all the same faults, but this doesn't ever appear to make me wiser or better or just quieter really. So, I am trying to be thankful for people, for opinions, for decisions made for all the right reasons. For faith and trust and the authority of good men.


I'm not succeeding at that level of gratitude though, if I'm honest. I am genuinely grateful for folk who have said nice things about me and made me feel better about myself, but that isn't necessarily where growth lies, is it? Back to the preceding paragraph then! Maybe I should try to be grateful for opportunities to do something different, a bit like the Mole in the Wall. Maybe I should be grateful for an opportunity to practise respect and tolerance and patience and submission. And be very, very grateful for a God in whom I can place my doubts and fears and know that He at least is smiling over me hard.


The Lord your God is with you,
    the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
    in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
    but will rejoice over you with singing.”

Zephaniah 3:17 (918!)





3 comments:

Lisa Richards said...

Love that scripture! He IS rejoicing over us with singing! :)
Also, love the cake! Yes, I appreciate schools that go beyond the basics and try to inspire kids. Our little country school tries so hard. God bless! (I think we're ALL working on the things you mentioned!) ;)

M.K. said...

I was always SO lousy (both as a student and as a mom) at those kinds of school/science projects. Just not my cup of tea! I'd rather write a paper any day :)
Not sure what has been troubling you, dear friend, but I'm sorry for it. Yes, it's good for other people to praise and appreciate us ... not for OUR sakes (it often makes us a bit vain) ... but for THEIR sakes, because it's good to appreciate others and praise their successes. Is it good for us to be criticized and corrected? Sometimes, but again, that depends on the person giving said words. What is their intent? That makes all the difference in how we're able to receive it, I think.

gretchenjoanna said...

It does sound like everything came out alright... right? In spite of everyone's bumbling in various ways. Maybe I am not understanding at all what the residual bad feeling is, but it's probably always best to leave it behind in any case, and Press On, Christian. Much love, G