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Date: 14 March 2004 23:35:06
Church this morning challenged one of the things I am currently thinking about. When is a child ready to take communion? The Sunday School came in to watch Communion as the first step towards teaching the children about it and them ultimately joining in the Communion meal. Tiddles currently takes Communion, basically as a result of the Sunday School doing this two years ago. I feel frustrated that the choice is in some ways taken from us (I can say no, but how do I justify that to the child who feels left out?) , but maybe it is simplest to go with the flow anyway. But will it rob them of that moment when they do it because they actually want to and have some sense of why they are doing it?
Poor Smudgelet has had a hard day today. He's missing his birth sister very badly and the Sunday School lesson was about people in our family who love us. By the end of the service he just curled in my lap and cried and cried. You forget the possible impact of these things. He wrote her a lovely letter this afternoon and drew her a picture of him on a pirate boat. Must find where I put her address! He cried himself to sleep at bedtime. Is his persisting tummy bug a sign of his emotional distress? Or is it that the tummy ache keeps him awake and he starts to think. The challenge is to get him to acknowledge the grief without dwelling on it, as it is something he will have to live with.
Good things today - we planted seeds. You have never seen such a mess. The only reason I am still up and online is because I know I have to tidy that kitchen before I go to bed. We planted marigolds, pansies, nasturtiums and sunflowers. I hope they grow.
Tiddles also showed extra maturity in tackling his homework today. The same piece as he threw a tantrum over on Thursday! Today "But mummy, it's really easy! What did I make all that fuss about?"
And now both boys are getting to be dab hands at helping me cook Sunday dinner in the afternoon. I am less paranoid about the knives - in fact the only injury was me cutting my thumb nail in half!
Well, I'd better face that kitchen. I have a Charlie Cat here telling me how adorable I am and how much he loves me. I wonder if it's anything to do with the fact that his food bowl is empty?