FOW
As we all had more kids in the Care Group, the moms wanted to get them all together. They started a play group, rotating to each other’s homes. It was as much for the ladies to get together as well, as they often felt stuck at home with little children. As the kids got older, Laura started an informal preschool with them.
The Care Group had grown quite large by this point so they decided to split it. Our good friend, Rich Dalmas was going to be the leader of one of the groups and we stayed with him. He and I had become particularly close as we had been baring our souls to each other in the men’s accountability group these past several years.
The accountability group met once a week and there were usually three or four of us. But oftentimes it was just Rich and I and we made it count. He was a true friend, especially if I needed correction. In training our children, we were being taught about the importance of making sure our children heard and understood our instructions but I could get overzealous at this.
Alexis was a sweet girl but (as with every child) she did some things that she shouldn’t. When Alexis did something wrong, I would hold her face to make her look at me and talk very sternly, making sure she responded that she understood. After Rich had seen me doing that a few times, he gently suggested that I was being harsh. I realized he was right. I’m so glad he cared enough to confront me about something that helped me stop being unkind to my sweet little girl.
After Laura’s experience at Celebration, she didn’t want to (as she saw it) waste money to go sit in a hall again. But Celebration was a significant event in the life of our church and it was important for members to attend if they could. Elsewhere, I’ve written about the Fear of Man as opposed to the Fear of God. Well I also had FOW - the Fear Of Woman. That’s when you don’t want to make a decision that will upset your wife, even though it might be good for her. By default, we didn’t go to Celebrations.
Once again, my good friend Rich gently questioned my non-decision and FOW. Again, he was right. I, in turn, gently persuaded Laura that it was the right thing to do. So Laura decided that she would just not struggle with it. She would just get whatever she could from the weekend. She and her other mom friends called it the other Celebration - not the one where you got to go to all meetings and have leisurely meals but the one where meals were work and where you might hear a message or two, but probably only on a monitor in the fussy kids room.
She would get to some meetings, especially if she let me watch the kids. But she and the other moms from the Care Group grew closer with their sit-in-the-hallway-while-the-kids-were-in-the-rooms-asleep bond. As the kids got older, they would start going to their own classes during the meetings but we all also kept having more kids. So the hallway experience stayed alive. Afternoons were open to hanging out together as well, although our younger kids were often taking naps at that time too. So we would all hang out in the hallways, talking and playing games together.
Afternoon hallway Celebration |
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