Don’t Throw the Sand

Learning Not to Retaliate

article by Cindy G. Foust

Happy August faithful readers, I hope this month’s column finds everyone enjoying these last lazy, and might I add hot, days of summer. My family actually just got back from a beach trip, and after 3 years of not having a “real” vacation, I have to tell you, it was glorious. I loved having my children under the same roof for an entire week…all to myself. Well, I shared them with Scott, too. We did as little as possible; ate our way through Seaside…and I can’t remember when I was so relaxed. By the way, in what has historically been my favorite month for Bayou Life, the food month, that is the only mention of food this month’s column, except for a Tootsie Roll Pop. But I’m getting ahead of myself, which I usually do.

Now, where was I? Oh, we were also blessed with some great weather, sunny skies with only the sounds of an occasional naval aircraft doing their training flybys to disturb our thoughts. I love that gentle reminder, don’t you? That there are military personnel working every day to insure our safety so we can enjoy the privileges that we have.

Wait, where was I? Again? Oh yes, my perfect vacation. Well, except for that one day that did in fact start as the perfect day by all accounts. There was a light breeze, the smell of salt and sunscreen was in the air and my family allowed me to play my favorite Pandora station, Hall & Oates (you will thank me later). I remember waking from my doze and reaching in my bag for that Tootsie Roll Pop (see above) and before I knew it, I had made my way to the “how many licks does it take to get to the middle of a Tootsie Roll Pop?” Except there was no Tootsie Roll. No, just a white stick. That should have been an ominous sign right there, but no, I decided to head to the water for a bit of a cool down. Except there was a shark out there and readers, I don’t mind saying I got the (rhymes with TELL) (I love Jesus but I cuss a little) out of there. I’m not even ashamed to say I looked like a gazelle floundering and flopping trying to get out, as I didn’t want to be shark bait with my glistening legs. It was probably just a catfish or something but I decided not to chance it and got myself back to land…walking (or running) on water if you must know. After I got back to my chair and picked up my book, it’s about midday, right? And my family actually got up at 6:00 a.m. and “saved our seats” on the beach so no one could sit in front of us. Well, except for this family that decides at 12:00 p.m. to bring their tents and their chairs and their boom box and plant right in front of us. Man, I wanted to “cuss a little,” but I actually got so engrossed in “people watching” this colorful group that I forgot to be mad. I mean, don’t we all people watch at the beach? Of course, we do, because somebody somewhere will inevitably make a swimsuit choice that suddenly makes you feel like Christie Brinkley. Am I right? But I bet none of you have watched a husband (I’m assuming they were married) use an entire tube of sunblock to “lather” up his wife before. But that’s all I am going to say about that since this in fact, a children’s column. And I’m getting to the “children’s issue,” I promise. Because right next to the colorful family, readers, was a young family that also caught my eye. You see, the beach in all its glory, is still a really hard place for me to visit. It was, after all, the place we were as a family during the last week of my baby boy, Samuel’s, life. I would say it’s a trigger that does in fact cause me to dread the memories that inevitably will surface. But, I’ve gotten pretty adept at swallowing that lump in my throat, because there’s really nothing more magical than watching children play on the beach. Building sandcastles, chasing fish with their nets, carrying bucket after bucket of water to their workstations…it’s pure magic. This particular family that I was watching had two precious children…a little boy and a little girl. “Brother” was busy chasing fish with his little net and “Sister” wanted the net. I’m not all together sure why “Mom and Dad” wouldn’t have two nets, but hey, it’s not my fish to fry; all I know is there was only one net and “Sister” wanted it and “Brother” was in no mood to share. “Sister” decided to act out, as we might expect, and started stomping and sputtering and demanding that he give her the net. Still nothing. So she sputtered and cried and stomped some more and ended up standing right over him with her arms crossed. Nope, not working. Let me tell you readers, this was a fit throwing episode of gigantic proportion; one (or twelve) that we have either likely thrown ourselves or watched our own children throw. Right? When “Sister” realized that she wasn’t getting the net, she reached down and grabbed a handful of sand. Just as she rared back to throw it, “Dad” intervened. “Don’t throw that sand at your brother.” At the sound of his voice, this little baby girl, likely about 3 years old, dropped her sand. And that readers, is how we got from a Tootsie Roll Pop to the moral of this story. As I watched that little girl pick up that handful of sand and ready herself to throw it, it occurred to me that we, including our children, do the exact same thing in life, right? Just hear me out. When someone wrongs us, or we don’t get our way, sometimes in a split second, we pick a handful of sand up and just sling it at our target. Without hesitation, we sling that sand (or mud for a like analogy) and sometimes, the bandwidth of that sand is far and wide and the repercussions can be hurtful and ugly. As we ready our children for another school year and give them the talks: “Don’t talk in class;” “Don’t put your gum under your desk;” “Don’t go sharpen your pencil in the middle of the teacher talking;” “Don’t get sent to the principal’s office;” might we find some time to remind our children that “throwing sand” is unnecessary and unkind. Remind them to “be the bigger person” and “take the high road.” I know it’s hard readers, because our innate reaction when someone hurts us is to retaliate and sling that sand. But the truth is, when we don’t throw the sand, and simply walk away, the example that sets has a far greater impact than being the “sand thrower.” My daughter is about to start her senior year, and I’m in my feels, but I ask that you join me in prayer as we get ready to send them back for a safe and prosperous year, full of wonderful memories.

Cindy G. Foust is a wife, mom, author and blogger. You can find her blog at the alphabetmom.com for weekly columns about home life, parenting, small business stories and insight with a smidgen of literacy. Give her a like or follow on Facebook and Instagram.

BACK TO SCHOOL, BACK TO A ROUTINE

by ERIN SHARPLIN LOVE | erinlove@panachebyerin.com

Well, we have managed to get here again!

A new school year is almost here and that means hectic schedules, alarm clocks, homework, projects, and paper piles. Sometimes it’s hard to keep up with it all, but with a little organization you can create order out of the chaos. It is all in the routines you set and stick to. Check out my tips below:

This is your reminder to take the time to transition! Don’t let the school year sneak up on you. Begin easing your children into their new sleeping routine gradually. For instance, begin waking late sleepers earlier and earlier until it’s closer to the hour they will need to awake for school. Also, begin going to sleep earlier to help combat any grouchiness.

Prepare the closets! Go ahead and clean out and reorganize their closets now. Get rid of anything that they have outgrown since last school year and set aside a space in your child’s closet specifically for new school clothes. If your children do not wear uniforms, it may be a good idea to put together outfits to avoid a war in the mornings. Or if you need to shop, check out the next tip.

Make a plan before you shop. The beginning of the school year is always the biggest shopping time for stores, so it’s a good idea to be prepared. Make a list of what your child needs so you won’t wander aimlessly and then leave with nothing, or worse, leave with way more than you need. Better yet, avoid the stores altogether and shop online!

Create a “School Stop.” This could be in a mudroom, laundry room, or simply inside the door they use the most. I suggest hanging a coat hook for the backpack and placing a roomy basket underneath for papers and other paraphernalia. If you didn’t previously have a “School Stop,” it would be a good idea to explain how you expect the area to work. Stopping paper clutter at the door is a must!

Make a plan for those piles of paper. I suggest that you go ahead and devise a plan for what you will do with the paperwork that is soon to bombard you. In our “school stop,” for instance, I have a folder for Eli and one for Everly. Any weekly papers that I need to keep or refer back to are placed in that folder. Another routine I stick to is to go through their backpacks and folders daily and take any action that is needed.

Create a homework station. Make doing homework a little easier by creating a space where all necessities are within arm’s reach. This space should be the same spot that homework is completed each day and it should be quiet and as far away from distraction as possible. Our homework station is at the island in our kitchen. I can keep an eye on them and there isn’t much to distract them if the TV remains off.

Invest in a large calendar or calendar system. If you haven’t already, I suggest purchasing a large calendar that you can put in a central location for all to use. When you begin receiving special dates from the school and/or sporting teams, put them in the calendar immediately. If you prefer to go digital, there are several choices to consider.

Consider your nightly routine. A nightly routine will save you from becoming crazed every school morning. The more you can do the night before, the better. For instance, go ahead and think about what you will be cooking for breakfasts and packing for lunches so you can prepare them the night before each school day. Get backpacks packed and ready the night before, as well. I have made it a routine to choose outfits, pack lunches, check backpacks, layout breakfast and vitamins every night before bed. I can’t tell you the difference it makes to our mornings!

Remember…you can never be too prepared!

Happy new school year!!