Parenting Aces – Allowing Forbidden Fruit- #4

forbidden fruit

The Boys

The boys – there were three of them – were out of sorts with life, with each other, and their mother.

There was nothing to do. Nothing at all, mind you. It was such a boring day and each one dared her to say it was otherwise.

The Boredom

It was raining outside and,of course, that made them even more out of sorts. Nothing their mama could say or do was going to change their moods or their minds about the day.

So, she proceeded to clean out the toy closet. You know, the closet that had nothing in it with which to play. They came wandering from other rooms with their faces full of disgruntlement.

Their mama suggested the trucks as a possibility. They weren’t interested. Perhaps they’d like to do puzzles or make a tent with blankets? Their pouts grew thicker. She suggested the piles of construction paper, but their looks of disdain grew longer. Next, she asked about the dress-up costumes which in the past had provided hours of fun, but that was a dumb idea, she was told.

Their mama just kept cleaning out the closet, organizing toys and pitching broken items, and they just hung around, waiting for her to figure out something to do since she said they couldn’t go outside to play.

Finally, she picked up the container of blocks. In the past, they loved to build cattle corrals or towers with their blocks. Sometimes they used their blocks as square bales of hay or to make a secret tunnel. Not today. Today, you remember, there was nothing to do.

She moved the tub of blocks out of the closet and moved it into her bedroom. Then she shut the door to her room as if to make a point.

The Forbidden Fruit 

“Today, you can play with anything in the closet. Except the blocks. I want to sort through them, so just leave the blocks alone.”

She closed the closet door and went to the kitchen to fix lunch.

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The house was silent for a bit, and she smiled to herself. This reverse psychology was going to work. It always did. Her boys were just young enough so this could work.

In a few minutes, she was bombarded with begging.

“Please, Mama, can we play with the blocks?” the oldest one asked.

“No, son. I haven’t sorted through them yet. You can go play with something else.”

“But we want to play with the blocks!” second son stomped his foot.

“Oh, you can play with them tomorrow, as soon as I get them sorted,” she replied, trying not to smile.

“Pease, Mama, pease, pease, pease?” the youngest begged.

“I haven’t had a chance to sort the blocks yet. You can play with something else until I do that. There are plenty of other toys in the closet,” she spoke to all of them.

“All we can think about is playing with the blocks. We can do lots of things with the blocks,” oldest son said.

“Please, Mama? We won’t be grouchy if you let us play with them!” second son said.

She stood there for a moment in the kitchen, pondering (pretending to, anyhow).

Finally, she relented, which was actually her planned intention.

The boys found the blocks where she had stashed them.

Suddenly, there was so much to do with those forbidden blocks. The rest of the day there were no complaints about nothing to do. They forgot about the rain that prevented their escape to the outdoors. Instead, they built and created to their hearts’ content.

The Ace

This Mama aced the dreary day by making something familiar become forbidden. Then she acquiesced, just as she had planned. 

She said, “It’s okay. I suppose I can sort the blocks another day . . . . ” 

The forbidden fruit became the prize – and the entertainment – of the day.

forbidden fruit

 

Peach Dumplings

peach dumplings

Peach dumplings.

You can make these with a sauce or without a sauce. You can use a pie crust or the recipe below, which includes milk in the mix.  Serve the dumplings with ice cream, with milk, or plain. Decrease the sugar in the sauce if it’s too sweet.  Add the nutmeg the recipe calls for or just leave it out. You can peel the peaches or leave the peelings on.  You get to choose.

For this recipe, I used freestone peaches and left the peelings intact. The peelings have nutrients and also provide roughage. Truth be told, if you don’t tell folks the peelings are there, they probably won’t even notice them.peach dumpling

Ready, Set, Go.

Wash and halve the peaches, then slip the seed out. Make the sauce and then make your crust. This recipe is a lot like apple dumplings, only you use peaches instead.

I like the crust with milk because it is a softer crust. You’re welcome to use your favorite pie crust recipe if you’d like.

peach dumplings

These peach dumplings can be served hot out of the oven. You can also make them and freeze them before baking. Add the sauce when you are ready to bake.

Enjoy!

 

Peach Dumplings
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Recipe type: Dessert
Cuisine: American
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Serves: 12
 
A dumpling recipe for peaches with a homemade crust and homemade sauce. You can make these ahead and freeze them, or serve them the same day.
Ingredients
  • Sauce: 2 cups water
  • 2 cups sugar
  • 4 Tbsp. butter
  • ¼ tsp. nutmeg
  • 1 tsp. cinnamon
  • Dumplings: Cinnamon/Sugar mixture, butter
  • Crust: 2 cups flour
  • 2½ tsp. baking powder
  • ½ tsp. alt
  • ⅔ cup shortening
  • ½ cup milk
Instructions
  1. Wash peaches; peel if you desire
  2. Cut peaches in half and remove seed
  3. Make sauce: Put butter, sugar and water and spices into a kettle
  4. Bring to a boil and stir for one minute
  5. Remove from heat.
  6. CRUST: mix together flour, salt, baking powder and mix well
  7. Work in shortening (Crisco) until it is mixed well
  8. Add milk and stir until combined
  9. Take ⅓ of mixture and make into a bowl and roll out
  10. Cut squares and put ½ peach in center
  11. Dot with cinnamon/sugar and a dot of butter (1/2-1/2 tsp. each)
  12. Cover peach completely and put into pan with smooth side on top
  13. Cover with sauce
  14. Bake at 375 for 35 minutes or until crust is done

peach dumplings

A Song on Life’s Sea – Rock of Ages

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You know what I love about singing familiar hymns? They take me back to my childhood and to the church in which I grew up. Those songs I heard as a child have stayed with me all these years.

On a Sunday morning a few weeks ago, Dave and I sang Rock of Ages together. It’s a song about the solidness of a firm rock and a sure foundation that comes from the blood of Jesus.

You know what I realized as we sang the words to that familiar song? This song doesn’t talk about my love or adoration for Jesus. It doesn’t even talk about His love for me.

It shows His love as it talks about the Cross that saves – the Cross alone.

This song speaks about the very nature and character of Jesus Christ, our Savior and our Rock.

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It’s a song about life: relief from sin, relief from guilt, and relief from the power of sin. It’s a song about living in the victory that is ours because of Him.

It’s a song about salvation: the water, the blood, and the One Who saves. 

It’s a song about hiding in Him: He is our Rock, our safety, and our surety.

It’s a song about our journey Home: soaring to unknown worlds and recognizing, even then, that we can only hide in Him, the Rock of all the ages.

How about it, friend? Have you found the Rock to which you can cling? When life about you leaves you feeling tossed about, are you able to hide in the Rock?

Have you found Him to be your Surety and your Stay?

 

 

Rock of Ages

Author: Augustus Montague Toplady (1740-1778)  Music: Thomas Hastings

The author was traveling through the country near England’s Cheddar Gorge when rain fell in such torrents that he needed to find shelter.  Standing under a rocky overhang, he conceived this popular hymn, “Rock of Ages, Cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee.”

 

Rock of Ages

 

To hear the Fountainview Academy play and sing this song, click here.

To hear the Antrim Mennonite Choir sing this song, click here.

Parenting Aces – Merciful Consequence – #3

mercyNestled among trees in rural southern Virginia, the trailer stood sheltered and hidden from the road. It was not the distance that prevented travelers on the road from seeing the trailer. It was the trees.

She had been struggling to recover from Lyme disease, fully cognizant of the fact that the owner of the neighboring land was the first person in Virginia to die of Lyme disease. Each day was a struggle for health and strength.

One day, she decided it was time to see if she could venture out the 75-yard driveway to the mailbox. She thought she could make it this time. Before she left, she instructed her two-year old son to stay on the porch and wait for her. He knew the rules, and he usually obeyed.

Proud of the fact that she made it to the mailbox, she retrieved the mail and turned back to walk to the trailer. Only, the walk back was harder than it was coming out. She wondered if she’d make it, but she had to for her son would be waiting for her. Suddenly, she saw him.

He was no longer on the porch. He was coming out the driveway. He had disobeyed. Perhaps he was lonely, or afraid. Maybe it took her longer than he thought it should. She forced one foot in front of the other, willing herself to keep moving.

Finally, she made it back to the trailer. She was back, and he was safe. That was the most important thing.

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There was, however, a predicament. He had disobeyed, and he needed to be disciplined. She was too weak, and too tired, to deal out any punishment. Yet, if there were no consequences, the next time he might go further – even out to the road.

She sat down next to her blond-headed son. When she finally could catch her breath, she said, “Son, you disobeyed Mama. You were told to stay here and not come off the porch.  You did not obey. You need to be disciplined. But you know what? Today, Mama is going to show you Mercy. Today, Mama is not going to give you what you deserve. Sometimes God does that to us. When we disobey God, He shows us Mercy. Today, I am not going to discipline you. I am going to show you mercy. You must never, never come out the driveway to the road like you did today. Today you disobeyed, and I am showing you Mercy. You must never disobey me like this again.”

Was he too young to understand?  Did he somehow get a glimpse of the love and care of a Father who shows us mercy when we really don’t deserve it?

This I know: this child never went that far out the lane again.

This Mama had learned to seize an unpleasant event and turn it into a practical, teachable moment.

She aced this parenting moment, and her son learned about Mercy and Forgiveness.