Friday, April 5, 2013

The Christian Mama's Guide to the First School Years by Erin MacPherson

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It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!

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Thomas Nelson (April 9, 2013)

***Special thanks to Erin MacPherson for sending me a review copy.***

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

 Erin MacPherson is a mom of three who never does anything halfway. When she discovered she was pregnant she decided to write about it—but then kept writing. A former staff writer and editor for Nickelodeon, Erin now entertains parents on her personal blog as well as through freelance magazine articles, devotionals and speaking. She wants to come beside her readers not only as a confidant and Christian sister, but also as a best girlfriend who understands what daily life is all about.

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SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:

The Christian Mama's Guide to the First School Years: Prepares moms for the time when their school-aged kids take their first few steps into the world and away from mama's nest.

Sending a child off to school is a whole lot more than stocking up on school supplies and packing a (somewhat) healthy lunch. This helpful guidebook walks Christian moms through:

  • discovering a long-term vision for the person that Christ has purposed for your child to become
  • instilling a sense of "who I am and where I came from" in your child
  • choosing a school for your kids
  • helping your kids to develop key attributes—courage, kindness, perseverance—that lead to success in school
  • dealing with teachers, sports, and lessons
  • navigating those difficult conversations that will come sooner rather than later
  • a special feature includes sidebars "From the Principal's Office" with insights from a 35-year elementary school principal and educator

Moms will learn how to cover their children in prayer so that their launch into the world, and away from her control, is done with grace and wisdom—helping them grow into the men and women God intended them to be.



Product Details:
List Price: $15.99

Paperback: 208 pages
Publisher: Thomas Nelson (April 9, 2013)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0849964768
ISBN-13: 978-0849964763



AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:


Introduction

Into the Big, Wide (and Sometimes Scary) World



Whoever created the drop-off policy at my son Joey's elementary school had clearly never met a newbie kindergarten mom.  Because when the letter outlining first-day drop off instructions arrived in the mail along with his school supply list, I started to hyperventilate.  Okay, so I might be exaggerating, but I certainly had a momentary panic where I considered whiting out my son's birth date on his birth certificate and keeping him home another year.

The letter was short and sweet.



Dear Parents,

In an effort to ensure the safety of our students on the first day of school, we ask that you drop all kids off by the front doors and then continue to exit through the west parking lot.  We will have teachers and student leaders available to escort new kindergarten students through the doors and into the cafeteria where their teachers will be waiting.  We ask that you please do not park your car in order to walk your child into the school . . .



That's all I had to read for the panic to start.  My son—my baby!—had to walk from my car and into the big, wide school all by himself.  All.  By.  Himself.  What if his backpack was too heavy?  Or what if a big bad fifth grader bullied him as he walked in?  (I hear those big kids are getting bigger every year.)  I mean, the potential crises that could result in those ten steps between my car and the school were enough to make my heart start a-racin'.  He could stub his toe as he walked through the threshold, for goodness’ sake, and spend the entire day in toe-stubbed misery.  This was not good.  Not good at all.

As terrible scenarios raced through my mind, my husband had to restrain me from picking up the phone and calling the school to complain.  He reminded me that schools make policies like that for a reason.  And usually that reason was because of over-panicky parents like me.  Okay, he didn't say that.  But I could tell he was thinking it.

On the Saturday before school started, we drove to the school and practiced.  (I know, I know.  Overachiever mom.  Or maybe it's overprotective mom.)  I pulled up in front of the school and let Joey unbuckle himself, grab his backpack, and walk those ten big steps to the door.  He did it five times—just for good measure—and once I was confidant that he was going to manage just fine without stubbing his toe, we left.

And on Monday, I put on my bravest face.

I scrubbed Joey's face and combed his hair.  I made pancakes for breakfast and arranged blueberries in the shape of a smiley face on top.  I lovingly packed his lunch and wrote him a little note just to say how much I adored him (because I figured he’d be reading by lunchtime, he’s super smart).  I took at least ten thousand pictures before I loaded him into the car.  And I put those keys in the ignition and headed toward the school while trying to control the tears that threatened to start rolling down my face.

As we pulled up to the school, I pasted a smile on my face as I turned to my baby-turned-big boy and said "This is it, Joey!  I'm so proud of you!  I love you."

And he was off.

Confidently taking those first ten steps into the big, wide world.

I watched him taking every single one of those steps in my rearview mirror with tears streaming down my face.  Tears of joy.  Tears of sadness.  And tears of hope.  And I prayed that as we all made this big—no, monumental—transition of starting school, that I could handle it with courage, grace, and a giant sprinkling of Christlike love.

Sending your baby off into the big, wide world is bittersweet.  It's exciting.  Your kid now has the chance to make a stand—a stand for who he is, what he believes in, and what he wants to be.  But it's also sad.  Your baby is growing up.  And while this is certainly not the end of your time as a mom—you can go ahead and trust me that your mom skills will be tested in the year to come as they’ve never have been before—it's the end of an era of sorts.  And as you move out of the preschool era, you get to move into the big-kid era.

An era when your kid will grow and learn more than you ever imagined.

An era when your kid will (hopefully) solidify his trust in Christ.

An era when your kid will learn what faith and grace and hope truly mean.

And as you make this transition, I want to come beside you to share my stories.  My struggles.  My over-panicky moments.  So that you, too, can send your kid off into the big, wide world with the confidence he needs to thrive.



A note for my particularly scrupulous readers:  You may notice that all of the pronouns in this book are male.  This was a decision made by my editors and I in order to keep the copy simple and consistent.  It in no way means that that this book is more applicable to boys or that I intended the tips and advice in this book to be just for boys.  So, if you happen to have a daughter (like I do), please mentally substitute "her" for "him" and "she" for "he" as you read.  And then write a very serious letter to whoever invented the English language letting them know how much easier our lives would be if pronouns weren't gender specific.


Chapter 1



Getting into the Big-Kid-Mama Groove

Surviving and Thriving as You Transition into the Grade School Years



It's a little bit ironic that the first time (ever) that Joey slept past 6:00 a.m. was on his first day of kindergarten.

During Joey's toddler and preschool years, I had literally tried every possible strategy to get Joey to sleep in.  We begged.  We pleaded.  We bribed him with chocolate chip pancakes on any day that he slept past seven.  Which never happened.  We even got one of those "Okay to Wake" clocks that glowed when it was okay for him to get up, which only resulted in him waking me up at five a.m. to check and see "if the clock was still working."  It was.

Anyway, by the time Joey turned five, I had given up on turning him into a late sleeper.  We made a rule that he had to stay in bed—reading or whatnot—until the sun came up.  If he wanted to wake up at o'dark thirty and just lay there, then that was his prerogative.  And so he did, morning after morning, month after month, year after year.  Until that hot day in August when he had to go to school for the first time.  On that day, he decided to sleep in.  In fact, I had to drag him out of bed by 6:30 to make sure we made it to school on time.

The next day, he slept in again.

And on that Saturday morning, he slept until eight.  Eight in the morning!  And as he trudged down the stairs in all his bedheaded glory, he announced to me that now that he was in kindergarten, he was going to start sleeping like a teenager.  (Because, in case you're wondering, teenagers sleep until eight.  Or something like that.)

I hate to be the one to break the news to you, but your kid is growing up. And that means your parenting is going to have to grow up a bit too.  You probably no longer have to worry that your kid is going to wake up at 4:42 a.m. and dump Cheerios all over your bed.  Or have a potty accident at playgroup.  Or have a meltdown in the middle of the Target aisle. (Unless, of course, a sugar-low coincides with a sale on sticker books, in which case all bets are off.)

Big-kid parenting is just different from baby or toddler parenting.  Where before you were vigilant, now you have to be strategic.  And where before you were black-and-white, now you can start to add some color to your parenting.  You can add some orange ideas here and a bright turquoise discipline choice there.  And before long, you'll discover a whole rainbow of possibilities with your big kid.  Okay, enough with the cheesy metaphors—I'm sure you get it.  Your kid is bigger.  And that means you have to start parenting bigger too. I've written this book to help you do exactly that.  But first, here are a few tricks and tips to help you get into the big-kid-mama groove.



How to Get into the Big-Kid-Mama Groove [[A head]]

1. Think before you act. [[B head]]

Back in your toddler-mama days, you had to think fast.  Because if you didn't make a diving leap in front of your kid as he walked toward the mud puddle, he was certainly going to find a way to get every drop of water from that puddle into some place that it didn't belong.  But now your kid is a big kid.  And with that comes a measure of security.  You probably don't have to worry that he's going to touch the hot coals in the fireplace or smear sweet potato puree onto the underside of the couch cushions.  And, that security buys you time to think a bit before you act.  Nothing is as pressing as it was when your kid was small.

So what exactly does more-thinking, less-reacting parenting look like?  It means instead of jumping to reprimand or reward your kid, you spend some time thinking about the best way to approach each situation.  And—even more important—you allow your kid to spend time contemplating the best approach to each and every situation as well.  So instead of jumping to your kid's rescue when he's struggling to figure out how to put together his Legos, allow him the space to ask for help.  And when he misbehaves, don't intervene immediately, but allow both of you some time to cool off and consider things.  Because the more you allow yourself—and your kid—to think, the more he's going to learn and grow.



2.  Lean on God more than ever.  [[B head]]

Letting go is hard.  Remember that story I told you in the introduction about the day I dropped Joey off at kindergarten for the first time?  What I didn't tell you is that after I pulled out of that parking lot, I had to pull my car over because I was crying so hard that I couldn't see.  I sat there on the side of the road—within view of the school—and sobbed for a good twenty minutes.  Because my baby took my heart with him as he walked into that school.

My motherly instinct is to hold on—to cling to my children as if they are mine to hold and protect.  And while I know that God's purposes for my children require independence, my mother's heart still needs some convincing.  Because when my eyes see big kids—kids who are ready to face the big, wide world and all that comes with it—my heart still sees those tiny, precious babies that I once cradled in my arms.  Tiny babies who have grown up way too fast.

I know that I still have a lot more letting go to do—I can't even imagine the tears I will shed when my tiny babies move on to middle school and then high school and—I don't even want to think about it—college.  But now, while each tiny step feels like a rite of passage of its own, I'm learning to lean on Christ more than I ever have before. I cannot fulfill my job as a mother by clinging to my own understanding—because my human emotions and desires stand in the way of God's bigger picture.  And only by turning to Christ will I teach my children that they, too, can turn to him as they grow.



3.  Rely on prayer. [[B head]]

I'm a fixer.  If I could, I'd like to pave the road for my kids with rainbows and cotton balls so that if they ever hit a snag, they'll land on a cuddly cloud of softness.  (I’m sure Joey will love it when I talk like that when he's a teenager.  Especially in front of his friends.)  Anyway, when Joey mentioned to me one day last year that a kid in his class—let's call him Mr. Meanie Pants—had called him a "wimp" at school and refused to play with him at recess, I wanted to call up Mr. Meanie Pants’ mom and tell her exactly what I thought of her kid's bully tactics.  That'd teach him to mess with my kid.

But I didn't call because I knew that part of growing up is learning to do things on your own.  Well, that and I didn't have Mr. Meanie Pants’ mom's phone number.  Instead, I prayed.  I prayed that God would give Joey the insight to stand up for what is right.  I prayed that Joey would learn how to discern right from wrong on the playground without becoming a bully or a victim.  I prayed that I would know the words to say to help him learn important attributes like courage and kindness and respect.

I honestly don't know what happened with Mr. Meanie Pants.  I have a feeling that by the time they hit the playground on the next day, both kids had probably forgotten about the incident and had moved on.  Because Joey never mentioned Mr. Meany Pants again in a negative light.

I have to say that the incident with Mr. Meany Pants taught me a valuable lesson.  (And no, it wasn't that playground politics should be left on the playground, although that's important too.)  I learned that while my mama-bear instincts might tell me to toss gumdrops and lollipops at my kids in order to make sure their days are happy, my Christian instinct should always be to turn toward prayer.  Because while I won't always be able to fix things for my kids, I can always rely on God to stand in the gap for them.



4.  Make quality time a priority. [[B head]]

Once your kid starts school, those easy-breezy days when you had nothing to do but sit around in your pajamas and read the same stories over and over and over are, well, over.  And I'm telling you this because I know how much people love it when I state the obvious.  But also because I want to save you the embarrassment that will certainly come when your kid shows up at school and tells his teacher that he spent his summer eating Captain Crunch out of the box because "mommy didn't have time to wash the spoons."

Schooling takes time—and whether you send your kid to school or homeschool, the amount of free time you have to just hang out with your kid will certainly decrease.  But I'm a quality over quantity type of person.  I mean, think about it: would you rather have a whole bag of M&Ms or one really amazing piece of rich, expensive dark chocolate?  Okay, forget that analogy because the obvious answer is both.  But my point is that even if you don't have a ton of time with your kid, you can still make that time count.

One thing I do is set aside after-school snack time as "us" time.  I whip up a from-scratch batch of chocolate chip cookies—okay, I feed him Goldfish crackers—and spend a half hour talking to him about his day.  I also try to do something fun as a family each weekend—go on a bike ride or go bowling—so there is something non-school and non-chore related that we can do together at least once every week.  Whatever we're doing, I make it a point to spend quality time with my kids every day.
Ready, Set, Invest [[Ahead]]

Throughout this book I hope to give you tips, ideas, and strategies to go beyond simply parenting your kids.  Because I know that's simply not enough.  Instead, I want to help you invest in your kid's Christian heritage—not their future success, their academic achievement, or that football scholarship that you're hoping for—but in who your kids are in Christ.  Because the truth is, that as you send your kid out into the big, wide world, your ultimate goal is not that your kid will learn to stand on her own two feet but, instead, to learn to stand on the Rock.



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Time-out for Mom

For When You’re Preparing Your Heart to Send Your Kids Out into the World



“Know therefore that the Lord your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commandments.” (Deuteronomy 7:9)



Heavenly Father, I am so grateful for your faithfulness!  I know that you have a covenant of love with your children, and that is such a comfort to me!  I am scared right now, Lord.  I am getting ready to send my baby away from the shelter of my nest and into the world.  Guide my words and my actions, Lord, so that I can prepare my child to be a servant, a disciple, and a follower of you.  Help him to shine bright in a dark world so that your love will be evident through everything he does.  Amen.



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10 Things to Remember as You Send Your Kid Off into the Big, Wide World [[A head]]

There's a reason that glitter glue and baby wipes were on your school supply list.  And it's the same reason that you shouldn't send your kid to school in the $80 blouse that your mother-in-law got her for Easter.
Make your kid memorize the following:  I will bring my lunch box home from school every day. Because there's a hard-and-fast rule at my house that mommy doesn't pick moldy carrot sticks out of lunch boxes.
Your kid may say he understands the book checkout system in the library.  He may even think he understands the book checkout system in the library.  But you should probably go over it again before the next class library day.  Because twenty confused kids equals one frustrated librarian and the chance that your kid won't be able to check out the new Fly Guy book until next week.
"Because I said so" is a perfectly acceptable answer to the question, "Why can't I bring my pet lizard to school?"  But that doesn't mean your big kid won't try to find out why exactly it's such a bad idea for himself.
The desire to be clean apparently must develop post-elementary school.  So that battle you've been doing to get your kid to bathe, well, it will continue for the foreseeable future.
It's still okay to kiss your kid goodbye.  Just do it quickly before his friends see.
Even if your kid can read to himself now, she will still love it when you read him a bedtime story.
Just because you pack kale chips and a sprouted hummus sandwich in your kid's lunch, doesn't mean he's going to eat it.  Chances are—smarty pants that he is—he'll find a way to swindle the girl next to him out of her Twinkie by saying that his quinoa bake is "a princess pie."
Your kid is watching you.  And that means that your little meltdown over the fact that daddy is coming home late again will not only be stored in his little brain under "appropriate ways to react when frustrated," but will also probably be reported in full detail to his teacher, friends, and guidance counselor tomorrow.
Your kid may be a big kid, but he still needs his mommy.  Make room for those gangly legs on your lap and give your kid the time and space just to be with you.  Because no kid is ever too big for mommy snuggles.  Except for maybe a teenager.

4 comments:

Mrs. Sarah Coller said...

Here's mine: http://www.hopeineveryseason.com/2013/04/the-christian-mamas-guide-to-first.html

Again, review to follow as books arrived just last week.

Jojos Corner said...

My blog tour link

http://jojosutiscorner.wordpress.com/2013/04/05/the-christian-mamas-guide-to-the-grade-school-years-by-erin-macpherson-blog-tour/

My review link

http://jojosutiscorner.wordpress.com/2013/04/05/the-christian-mamas-guide-to-the-grade-school-years-by-erin-macpherson/

THANKS TO FIRSTWILD, MIMI, ERIN & THOMAS NELSON :-)

Tami @ This Mom's Delight said...

http://www.thismomsdelight.com/the-christian-mamas-guide-to-the-first-school-years/

Vic said...

Even though I was not part of this tour I posted anyway