I have a growing collection of reviews of parenting memoirs: women (100% so far) who have written about their child rearing experiences. Most are entertaining. All are helpful to some degree or another. They all claim to have been desperate, at wit’s end, or deep in the throes of failure before seeing the stars. Tiger Mom was the exception. She started sure-footed in the stars and gracefully slid into reality.
Stories from those endeavoring to maintain biblical principles all along (married before children, committed to biblical family principles regardless of whether children are in the home, personal lifestyle aligned with spiritual priorities) are neither as common, nor as entertaining. They are, however, priceless gems, when you hear of one. These are not the people writing books, apparently. Today is a blip of encouragement for the slow, steady, consistent process of building an environment where scriptural interest is part of the air, flavors the mealtimes, cuddles in with bedtime stories, leads the way in family activities, and is anonymous in the flashy world of modern parenting. Read more