Sometimes nothing happens…

and that’s when I wonder if my kids are learning anything from me. Some days go by and there don’t seem to be many (or any) opportunities for learning. Nothing spectacular or blog-worthy takes place. But my dear husband reminded me that for children, every moment is an opportunity for learning.

Every reminder to use manners, every hug between Mom and Dad that the kids can see, every time a scraped knee or bumped head needs comforting, every time a sibling argument needs a mediator – all are moments during which I can teach my children how to be caring, loving, and giving without religion.

More and more, I’m learning how to live this lifestyle. I love that I’m teaching my children to be respectful and kind not because they’ll go to hell if they don’t, or because some invisible man says they should, but because it’s the right thing to do. More and more, I relish my newfound freedom.

One Thought on “Sometimes nothing happens…

  1. I love this!

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