Prayers and Printables for the First day of School

No matter how old I get there is something exciting about Back to School!

I think in our minds eye we feel the approaching of fall (despite the 100 degree temps!), we smell the scent of lysol and new crayons and Elmer's glue and we can hear the sharpening of bright yellow pencils! 

Perhaps its our desire for structure and routine that we miss so much at the end of summer. Nonetheless, the long days of summer are about to end and the shuffling of papers and school work are approaching. 

We homeschool our children, yet they anticipate the first day of school in many of the same ways. They have new pencil cases and crayons, a new school outfit, pencils needing to be sharpened, new notebooks to doodle on and lots of new books to look through in anticipation of all that they will learn during the year. 

I love it! Maybe it's the teacher in me...Maybe it's the love of learning new things! 

And whether we homeschool or send our kids to public or private school...at the end of the day, the emotions are all the same. The anticipation, the worry, the fears, the hope and dreams are all the same on the first day of school. Whether you are teaching or overseeing; whether you are waving good bye at a bus stop or dropping them off in carpool. Whether you gather your kids together around the dining room table or send them off one by one...no matter what our choice for education is, each of us are doing what we hope and pray is best for our kids and nothing else matters.

Raising children is hard. Choosing their education is hard. Figuring out what curriculum and which classes they should take and hoping for a great teacher that will love them and hoping that you, as their teacher aren't messing them up...that's all scary and uncertain! 

We have all been called to do a very important and significant task: to raise intelligent, loving children who have the potential to become intelligent and loving world changers and kingdom chasers. No matter what road God has called you to walk with your children, be that homeschooling, private or public schooling, each of our walks are unlike any other, and so, we must surrender every aspect of our children's lives to God, their Father, and ask Him for guidance and wisdom to do our best in whatever journey He has called us to. 

This is what I am praying for during this school year for all of us parents, our students and every teacher.  

•  I am praying for the fruits of the spirit to abound in every parent, student and teacher. 

For love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control. As a mom and as a teacher to my little brood...I desperately need all of those! How wonderful would it be if our schools and families would walk in each of those fruits throughout the year!

• I am praying for Light to outshine the darkness. 

That those who represent the light of the world will shine so bright that the lights will penetrate the corners and crevices of darkness and that this year there will be a source of light that will prevail above whatever comes against it.

• I am praying for the Gospel message of hope to be poured out for every ear that is willing to hear. 

We are living in difficult times, but we serve a good God and my prayer is that my family and yours will be the voice of hope crying out in the wilderness to all those who are desperate to hear its message.

Friends, its time for us to come together, without judgement or pride, and fall on our knees in prayer for our children, our community leaders and our world. We must fall on our knees daily and pray for Christ's love to abound wherever we go, so that our lives will pierce the heart of darkness that is infiltrating our world. 

If our calling is to raise kingdom chasers, we must first start that chase and not stop running until our feet are worn from bringing the good news to all people. 

May this be our BEST year yet! 

I am praying for all your sweet families, dear friends. And with all that, I want to bless you with some free Back to School Printables!!! 

So...For the 2014-2015 School Year, here are some super fun Chalkboard Prints you can download because School Rocks! Because it isn't the first day of school without first day of school pics! I love seeing everyones pics of their sweet babes in their new clothes with their grade signs! So here you are...some cute signs ready to Print and go! Love it! Plus, its such a great way to see how much your kids have grown through the years...makes this momma hurt some too! Here's a peek and I have all grades included! 

Also, for you homeschool mama's, I added an "Our School Rules" Printable! 

And for all of us, even though I know many of us are ready for the crazy summer days to end and the sometimes crazier, though more routine days of school to begin...here is a fun "Days Until Summer Vacation" Printable! 

Click here for the Grade/Rules Printables (its a larger file so opening may take a minute) and Here for the Days until Summer Printable (I plan to laminate this one so I can write/erase the number daily!) Enjoy! 

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How To say Yes to your Children who still want You

“Mommy will you watch me play Mine craft?”

I inwardly groaned. The most boring game to play, let alone watch on the face of the planet!! I wanted to think of an excuse…think of one, heck, I had a billion things to do that beat out watching my son build this virtual building that gets randomly ruined by dragons or something.

No matter how many times he tries to explain it to me, I have no idea the purpose of this game.

But, he's my son and he wants to spend time with me and he's almost 9 and what if I say no and he figures out I don’t want to play this game and he never asks me to watch him play again?

“Yeah, baby, I’ll watch for a little while.”

“Yay! Thanks mommy.”

He’s still little in many ways.

But he is so big.

And he still wants me.

And it hurts.

“Mommy will you play Barbie with me? I know you are busy, but will you play with me. I’ll help you clean the dishes later?”

Her words tear at me. I’m about to break into tiny pieces, because my girl is bargaining with me for just a little bit of time. 

Yes, mommy’s busy. 

I’m always busy. 

You know it; you've heard me say it over and over again. And in that you have come to understand in your own precious head that therefore, mommy is too busy to play Barbies.

I smile down at her through my hidden tears and say yes, because 'God, what’s the point of being with my children day in and day out if I don’t take advantage of the time you have given me and put aside all the to do’s and just simply sit and watch and play and party with Barbie?'

Her face lights up at my yes and she gathers her dolls and we sit and play and pretend.

She makes me laugh and I tell her I love playing with her.

She hugs me and says, “Thank you for playing with me mommy. I know you have a lot to do, but I love when you play with me.”

She notices everything. 

Every.Thing. 

She is sensitive and bright and see’s all my shortcomings and truths and it scares me to no end because I can’t hide any of my mess from her observant blue eyes.

I reply, “Baby, all I have to do can wait. I will play with you anytime.”

She hugs me and goes on her way.

Does she believe me?

Do I believe me?

“Mommy hold me. Mama sit,” she says. I oblige, for just a second. She cradles herself in my lap, my 'no longer baby, but not quite a big girl.' Her dingy pink blanket in her arms and her thumb in her mouth, she places her head on my chest and we watch Elmo. A text comes in, I pick up my phone to read it, push send and then see an email notification. I click the mail tab and she takes the phone and says, “No phone mama,” and puts the phone down. 

She’s right. The email can wait because she’s no longer a baby, but not quite a big girl and will only be so for another minute more.

She wants me. All of me.

And she’s worth all of me.

Everything else can wait.

They want me now. They need me now. 

It’s hard because I’m not use to being needed and wanted so much and so strongly and all the time.

It goes against my introverted ways.

It goes against my selfish wants.

I close my eyes and I see these babies in my arms. These tiny, precious children who cried for me to fill their tummies in the night and who toddled toward me with arms wide opened every time I returned home. Small ones who constantly asked for one more story before bed and one more minute before I kissed them goodnight.

And they still need me…but its slowly starting to wane.

Part of me is thrilled. They serve their own breakfast cereal and put away dishes and tie shoes and shower and dress…

This season is almost over. 

Babyhood and toddlerhood are almost gone. 

Those days that were long and sleepless are mostly done.

In its stead I find half grown children who need me less, but want me still.

So I’m going to give in to this new season.

I’m resolved to do so, because we know time doesn't wait.

And I can’t wait or slow down or blink, because it too will be over soon.

I will say yes more. I will play. I will watch. I will read. I will sit. I will wait. I will love. I will be present.

I want to say yes. 

I have to say yes. 

I want to put aside all the need to’s and got to’s and be present in my children’s lives.

Parenting is hard. There are days when you are pulled and stretched. There are days when you don’t think you can handle the little people constantly needing, asking, touching, whining and wanting.

One of the most difficult challenges I have faced in this parenting journey is saying yes.

There are so many factors involved and so many decisions to be made regarding your children and many times I find myself saying no when I should say yes and many times my answers are based not on what is best for my children, but on my own selfish desires. 

But I want to say yes. 

I have to say yes. 

How will I say yes more?

1. I’ll say yes when it’s more inconvenient. I’ll say yes when it takes too much time. I’ll say yes to art projects that will be more of a mess than anything else. I'll say yes to playing outside when it’s 100 degrees. I’ll say yes to watching a video game and barbies and Elmo.

2. I’ll say yes and let go of all excuses. Yes, because so what if there is laundry to do and so what if it looks like rain and so what if that only makes for more laundry! It’s just clothes and they are just kids for so long.

3. I’ll say yes even when I don’t feel like it. They are worth it, no matter how tired or stressed or busy. And tonight, more than likely, no one will wake up and I will be able to rest well because those days are slowly passing away.

I will take hold of these days now. I’m finally figuring out that time does fly and kids do grow up and seasons shift and change. It's a fact and it's true and it hurts.

But, they still want me.

Sometimes you need to say yes more than no. Sometimes yes makes a huge difference and that yes to playing Skylanders, even though it bores the daylights out of you, softens a heart and connects you and yours.

“Mommy can I have chocolate milk?” she asks in one of her daddy’s shirts with hair still wet from her bath.

“No, its time for bed.”

She walks away dissapointed.

Why didn't I say yes?

I get her My Little Pony cup and pour in a little milk and a bit of chocolate and stir.

I take it to my bedroom where her daddy is brushing her wet curls.

I hand her the cup and she looks up at me delighted and says, “But I thought you said no.”

“I did, but I love you, so I said yes instead.”

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I'm a Fake and Everything is Fine

She was upset, trying hard not to cry, but obviously saddened.

We were at church and I didn’t have the patience to deal with her drama.

“Honey, you don’t need to be upset, you are fine” I said to her, with little sympathy or compassion.

A friend of ours walked up to us to say hello. He looked down at my tiny girl and asked her what was wrong. She hid in my skirt, trying to hide her tears and I automatically responded with, “She’s fine.” He looked at me and said with all sincerity, “Really? Because she doesn't seem fine.”

His words hit me and I said, “You’re right, she’s not fine.”

I kneeled down to her level and hugged her and reassured her that mommy would try to fix whatever it was that she was upset about.

In that moment; in that one wise statement of my dear friend I realized what I was doing to my little girl was wrong.

It’s easier to say, “I’m fine. Everything is fine.” But that small word holds a great deal of lies! Most of the time, when people reply with, “Fine. Everything is fine,” things aren't fine, yet it is what we as a society do. We hide the truth, try to present the illusion that all is right with our world, that nothing is harming or hurting or hindering us in any way.

Webster defines fine to have many definitions. Fine means to be good or satisfactory; free from impurity; physically trained; delicate; superior in quality; marked by refinement.

Yet, when we use the word fine we aren't referring to our life as being free from impurity or superior in quality. No, we are saying it is simply satisfactory, if that much.

Without realizing the power of that one little word, I was teaching my daughter to hide behind the fabricated truth and the mask that says, “Don’t worry about me, I can handle anything, I’m fine.”

In that little word, I was teaching her to stifle her emotions, her fears, her hurts and not show the world her truth, her impurities or her delicate nature.

In that little word, I was teaching her to fain strength in a world that praises the well trained who push away the hurt and fight against the weakness.

But the truth is that she wasn't fine. 

We aren't fine. 

None of us are. 

Sometimes life stinks. Sometimes our days are hard. Sometimes we just want to cry and one little thing sets us off and the rest of the day just follows suit. Sometimes we are weak and broken and hurt and sometimes, we just can’t handle anything that comes our way. For no matter how hard we train, we will always have to be refined.

For my little girl, whatever was upsetting her that day was a big deal to her. It may not have been a big deal to me, mom and adult, but it was to her. And instead of showing her love and compassion and sympathy, I showed her disdain, annoyance and frustration.

How many times am I her? How many times do I crumble beneath the weight of my day and turn from the tears that are about to stream down my face? How many times do I feign strength despite the weakness? How many times do I pretend and say, “I’m fine.”

It’s what we have been taught to do. 

We have been taught to not cry in front of people or they will see you as weak.

We have been taught not to show people our fears or failures, because then they may suspect we aren't perfect or strong.

And I want to yell…GET OVER IT!

None of us have it together. None of us are perfect! NONE OF US ARE FINE!!!

We are all at times barely making it. Life is hard and sometimes things don’t work out the way we planned and our days are overwhelming and tiresome.

There are days when I am overwhelmed with housework…I know, it’s really not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but you know what, being overwhelmed with housework makes me feel like a failure and it’s NOT FINE.

There are days when my kids drive me crazy. Seriously. When their fighting and whining and complaining are about to throw me over the edge and I want to cry because they don’t seem to listen at all and I am obviously raising unthankful, disobedient children and I feel completely unqualified for this parenting gig...it’s NOT FINE.

There are days when I don’t want to do any of this anymore. I don’t want to read my bible, I don’t feel like praying and my faith is weak because in that moment I don’t believe any of it. I don’t believe 'in my weakness He is strong,' I don’t believe 'I am more than a conqueror' and I feel like I’m a real fake and it’s NOT FINE.

What are we afraid of? Showing people the truth? Being real? Being vulnerable?

Yes.

I was teaching my little girl all of those things in that one four letter word. And now, I must undo my teaching. Because now, when she’s upset, she automatically responds with, “It’s fine, I’m fine.”

Oh dear one, I’m so sorry. 

You aren't fine. None of us are. We are all simply trying to get by, to breathe in and out and walk up this mountain called life. Sure compared to most, we are “fine,” but who is comparing? Who is so concerned with our perfections? No one else, but ourselves. And so my darling, don’t hide behind “fine,” but stand in your truth. Even if that truth is weakness and frailty in the moment, lift your head in that weakness, because that weakness makes us malleable and in that frail state, He refines us, takes away our impurities and makes us really perfect, and pure, without blemish or stain. You are just like the gems and jewels you delight and marvel in and in the light, you can see His reflection.   

Once you allow Him to reveal His truth and His strength within you, then, beloved, will you truly be Fine.  

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You Must Fall to Raise Up

As mothers we are called to the greatest ministry in this world:

To raise up a generation of Christ followers, leaders and world changers.

To raise a generation of men and woman who will be lights in a dark world.

Sally Clarkson says Jesus made world changers of his 12 disciples in 3 years and we have about 18 years to do the same! 

What an incredible calling and ministry that HE has entrusted us with! 

That is our calling and it is not for the weak!

The pressures of this modern world are harsh and the traps set out for or children are cruel and sometimes well concealed.

In this era of information and quick satisfaction, we are called to raise children that will seek truth and not Wikipedia facts. We are called to raise children who will learn to abide and be still, instead of running to each over-scheduled activity in fear of boredom and hidden potential.

But in this modern era, we have this fear of failing our children and falling on our faces. We have high expectations and great ideals and dreams for our children, but all of those desires will be for nothing if we don’t teach our children God’s desires first.

God’s desires and our teachings must somehow rise above the world’s voices.

We are called to raise our children to serve others in a world that says serve yourself.

We are called to raise our children to believe their bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit in a world that says you are free to mark and pieces and cut and inhale and abort without judgment or retribution.

We are called to raise our children to guard their hearts, minds, eyes and ears in a world that says satisfy whatever desire needs fulfillment.

We are called to raise our children to commit themselves to their God in a world that says you need not be committed to anyone.

We are called to raise our children to not be unequally yoked in a world that says love the one you’re with without reservation.

We are called to raise our children to know that the truth of the gospel sets your free in a world that says believe what you want and have faith in yourself alone.

We are called to raise our children to test everything against the word of God in a world that praises free thinkers.

We are called to raise our children to wait on the Lord in a world of instant gratification.

We are called to raise our children to know that they are fearfully and wonderfully made in a world that proclaims beauty is beheld in the bare, altered and picture perfect. 

These voices are shouting with great force at our vulnerable children.

How do we raise our children amidst the noise and images that are beating against the doors of our homes? How do we raise our children above the gongs and cymbals of society and whisper the truths of Gods grace and great love that abounds?

In order to raise up our kids in this modern world of now and noise, we must fall.

1. Fall into the word of truth.

Daily surround yourself in his teachings. Let His word guide you in every season, stage and circumstance.

2. Fall onto your knees in prayer.

 Pray for wisdom, direction, words to speak, grace, and strength to endure the fight for your children’s hearts. You are in a fight and it is fierce and the battle wages continuously.

3. Fall onto your face and humble yourself.

Daily ask for a spirit of grace to abound in your home, in your teaching and training so that your life and love for your God and King will pierce the hearts of your children.

The voices of this world are fierce, but the Voice of Truth will set us apart and give us, as mothers, the grace to endure and the spirit to wage on for our children’s hearts.

Fall daily and raise up a generation who falls on their knees before the one, true God.  

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For My Husband on Father's Day

I see his adoration for his children.

The way he holds them

as they rest their heads in the crook of his neck and

relax within his strong embrace.

I see his admiration for who they are;

their good, their love, their extraordinary gifts, their delightful personalities.

His eyes gleam as he watches them enjoy life and enjoy him.

Sweet dreams fulfilled.

I see the way he looks at me.

He holds my gaze.

After so many years, I still blush and demurely look away;

Escaping back to the moments of sweet fifteen and captivated by his look.

He takes my hand and holds my gaze once more.

It’s amazing that despite the wrongs,

the apologies, the hurts, the frustrations,

the shame, the hard, the frail, the broken, and the pain,

It’s still us.

Time has marched on and yet, we are still us.

Sweet dreams fulfilled.

My Jesus, I love this man.

I love who he is and who he is becoming.

I love his tenderness, his courage, his strength.

I love his frailties, his weakness, his fears.

I love the very nature of who he is;

For the nature of who he is, is you Lord.

Sweet dreams fulfilled.

Happy Father's day to my Beloved and to all the wonderful Dads, 

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When Time Doesn't Stand Still

I look at my small children and I can’t imagine them getting older.

When they were born I lived in the moments of this beautiful, crazy ride called motherhood.

I didn't understand that Time wouldn't stand still.

I couldn't comprehend that Time would fly by like everyone said it would.

There were days when Time went agonizingly slow.

Those first few weeks of non-stop feedings and diaper changes 

and trying to figure out life all over again.

The days of sleep training and potty training and character training.

The nights of teething and sickness and bone tiredness. 

Some days went fast.

Especially the fun days.

The vacations, the Christmas mornings, the birthday weeks, the park days…

The days I thought about and planned for and stressed over…they came.

I cried.

We found our rhythm in the change.

The first time they slept through the night.

The first time they spent the night at Yaya and Pop's.

The first time we went on vacation without them.

That first day of preschool.

That first day of kindergarten.

The first time we went to Disney world.

The first time they slept at a friends house.

Time doesn't stand still for anyone.

I never pictured my son and daughters as older when they were babies.

I never saw my son as being 8, or my daughter at age 5.

I didn't even picture the baby being 2.

Yet, Time doesn't stand still for anyone.

Birthdays come and I live in denial of them because, really;

how can another year be spent?

How can it be that in 8 years you’ll be driving and in 10 you’ll be driving away?

How can it be that in 7 years you’ll be on the cusp of young womanhood, with hormones and crazy emotions?

How can it be that in 3 years, you will all be in school…grasping knowledge faster than I can keep up with?

How is that possible?

If I close my eyes I can imagine what you’ll look like…

If I close my eyes I can see you at 16, 14 and 11.

Yet, I don’t want to imagine it, because it hurts too much to think about.

Time doesn't stand still for anyone.

I can’t imagine you not having breakfast at the table every morning.

I can’t imagine you not asking for a snack or to play or to read every day.

I can’t imagine you driving or dating or going away to camp or a mission trip.

I can’t imagine you not being at the dinner table every night sharing you best and worsts.

I can’t imagine you not being half asleep and tucking you in every night.

I can’t imagine you not being a part of my every day life.

It just can’t be…

Time doesn't stand still for anyone.

One day, you’ll drive away to college.

One day, you’ll walk away and toward the one God designed for you.

One day you’ll fly to a life that was planned for you.

And I’ll be watching from the sidelines.

And I’ll remember when you were 2 and 5 and 8.

And I’ll hurt, but it will be a good hurt.

Today, I chose to live for you in the now.

I choose to sit down, to play memory, to hug;

to look at who you have become, because

I never thought you would be 2 and 5 and 8.

Time doesn't stand still for anyone. 

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6 Ways to Protect your Sons from Pornography: Part III of Raising Boy Men

He is completely innocent.

He is honest…super honest.

He tells me everything…even the gross boy things.

“Mom, I got a little bit of pee on my hand but I washed it.”

Good to know!

Or

“Mom, I wiped my boogie on the wall, but then I remembered you said not to do that, so I cleaned it off.”

Or

“Mom, I think she’s a nice girl. It’s ok to think girls are nice, right? She’s my friend.”

That last one was heart wrenching.

“Yes, it’s totally normal to think girls are nice and it’s even ok to think girls are pretty.”

Relief fills his face.

Oh my!

Unfortunately, we live in an age where the innocence fades too soon and our boys are becoming easy prey to a world full of dogs waiting to pounce, attack and have their fill.

Last week, my family and I were enjoying an easy Saturday spending the afternoon watching National Geographic. During one episode, they spoke of elephant herds that were grazing with their young. All of a sudden, a pack of wild dogs began to get too close to the herd. One elephant began to stamp its feet to warn the others and scare the dogs. The dogs began to get closer so the elephants placed their young in the middle and they created a wall surrounding them.

The pack soon scattered, knowing they had no chance to penetrate and hurt the young calf’s.

As I reflected on what we saw, I couldn't help but think of my own young son.

We live in an age where wild dogs are seeking to devour our sons and we have to set barriers. 

We have to be ready on the defense when those attacks come, because they will come.

I could talk about so many different areas that our boy men need protection in, but one that threatens, terrifies and angers me the most is that of pornography.

“In our times and in our culture, there is perhaps no greater battle for our children to fight than the battle for their own purity. Regardless of how old your child is or where your child lives, the battle is real and it is coming. As parents, we have the awesome task of preparing our children for this battle. It is our responsibility to play an active role in setting our children up for success” (Flood, Link).

Here’s the deal: Pornography is an $8 billion industry.

It is rampant and it influences every realm of social media, internet, film, music, etc.

“Some researchers have stated that the average ago for exposure to pornography is down to 8” (Jackson, link).

As parents, when it comes to pornography, we must protect our boys by preparing them to be on the defense. 

We have got to be ready for the attack. 

We have got to see the wild dogs coming and we must be ready to warn our sons and fight the dogs off.

You can’t pretend that it won’t enter your home…its inevitable.

6 Ways to protect our sons from the trap of Pornography

1. Guard their Hearts, Eyes and Ears at a Young Age.

Let your sons know that there are certain things that they should not see or hear, even at a young age. Our son knows when things are “ugly” and what we do not allow them to watch. He has been known to turn the channel or tell his sisters to turn their eyes when an ugly commercial comes on.

Have set rules, especially for screen time. One rule our children have is that they are not allowed to watch anything we have not seen first or have not approved, especially when they are on the internet. It is our responsibility to guard and control what they see as best as we can.

2. Keep Open Communication.

Talk with your sons openly and honestly. Keep the lines of communication open, LISTEN to them and let them know that what they sat matters.

If you don’t listen to them about the little stuff, they won’t talk to you about the big stuff. That’s all part of loving them well.

3. Warn your Sons and Prepare Them for what they Will one day find.

They will see it. They will find it or, it will find them.

Your sons need to know about the trap of pornography. They need to know that one day they may be shown or find or stumble upon certain kinds of images. They need to be ready and know how to handle that situation.

Prepare them by sharing with them what that situation may look like.

Do it now, before it’s too late. We home school our son, so he is not the “average” 8 year old boy. However, soon, his father will sit down with him and will have a preliminary “talk.” He is only 8, so he won’t go into specific details, but one thing he will do is warn him of the inevitable.

He may say something like, “Son, one day, maybe soon, maybe when your thirteen, I don’t know when, but one day, you may be on the internet or at a friends house or anywhere, and you will see pictures of girls and they won’t be wearing much clothes.”

4. Tell you Sons what to do When Pornography finds them.

My husband will then give him instructions and prepare him for the choice he will have to make.

“On that day, son, you will have to make a choice. You will either choose to stay and look or you will choose to walk away. Your mom and I are praying that you choose to walk away.”

5. Share with them your expectations.

“When you choose to walk away, the other boys may laugh at you, they may call you names; but, you need to remember that a real man is a hero and a protector of all women. Those girls in the pictures are sisters and mothers, just like your sisters, so it is your job to protect them, just like you would protect your sisters and mom. You will have to make that choice alone. And when that day comes, because it will happen, I want you to come and tell me, whether you walked away or not. I will be proud of you for the courage it takes to walk away and I will be proud of you for the courage it takes to tell me you stayed to look. No matter what, we can always talk about anything. “

6. Build walls around to protect them.

Get good great security for your internet. Lock your TV channels.

Be proactive.

But remember, no matter how proactive you are, more than likely, the wild dogs will be looking for them; prepare them, so that they are ready for the attack.

For more great tips and information here are some great articles below. Also, be sure to visit Focus on the Family’s website and the Family Life website.

Healthy Childhood Sexual Development

When Children View Pornography

The Dangers of Pornography 

Checking your Child's convitions about Pornography

This is the last and final post for the series, Raising Boy Men. I hope you have been encouraged and equipped some for this amazing task set before us as boy mom's. Come back tomorrow and I will be sharing a list of books, resources and last minute tips on a video vlog!! Don't miss it! Subscribe to Beautiful Craziness by Email} 

Previous Posts in the Raising Boy-Men Series. 

Introduction- The Thing about Boys

Part I- How to Love Them Well

Part II - How to Train your Boys to Fight. 

  

You are His beloved,

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