Tuesday, November 19, 2013

On Braiding Hair and Weaving Hearts


She sits in the crook of my arm for a good portion of the weekend as we read through Anne of Green Gables. At five, she understands the highlights of the story and may get lost in the details, but she asks for it, and she sits through it, and we bond through it.



These days we connect through reading aloud together, the twinkle of an eye, and an extra long hug.

And I wonder, when did our relationship become so sweet?

I remember how we scheduled our first born's routines by the book and he was so very compliant that we took that method as the golden rule and set out to schedule her routines, as well.

I remember when she was two when her younger brother was born, and feeling that I had not held her enough.

I remember when she was two-and-a-half and we gave her crib to her baby brother, moved her to a toddler bed, and battled her staying in bed for the next year.

I recall trying many of the tools for gaining compliance that worked for her older brother, ignorantly attempting to conform her to his temperament, and she demanding in a fit of tantrums that we see her for her own individual likeness.

And although we had countless lovable moments and loved her the best we knew how through the fits, I still recall those struggles more readily than I do the tender moments.

Then just over a year ago I crept into her room after everyone was tucked into bed. I didn't care anymore that I could be forming a habit of dependency. We sat on her bed and took turns braiding each others hair–she telling me stories and singing words she'd think up, spilling out evidences of her heart; then we'd conclude with me rubbing her back, reading Letters to a Princess, and praying with her. It was no less than forty-five minutes later that I would close the door to her room for the night.

This became our nightly ritual for the next several months.

Today, we more naturally weave tender moments throughout the day. She doesn't need me for forty-five minutes at night anymore. But  when I think about how this tapestry of sweet relationship was formed, I can trace it back only as far as just over a year ago when I crept into her room and began braiding hair and weaving hearts.

I didn't know it at the time how necessary this habit would be, but I pray with all of my heart now that this dependency will continue to be a safe haven of treasured moments interwoven throughout her growing years.

And I pray that we will weave this bond strong and tight as I continue to release what I think compliance should look like and study closer the threads of her heart.



This article was originally published on Mom Heart Online in July 2012

7 comments:

  1. I remember the first time you posted about this "new ritual" and i LOVE the way you pursue your children's hearts. Sometimes when I am EXHAUSTED from the bedtime routine with five kids- all wanting a piece of special time with me, I remind myself that they won't always be tucked in their beds just across the hall from mine. And I tease my husband that then he'll need to develop an affinity for bedtime stories, foot massages, and wistful conversations :)

    Keep up the heart work, friend.

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    Blessings, dear friend!

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  2. This was just what this mama's heart needed...

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  3. this was really, really beautiful! my daughter was different like this then my first born son too. i still have to carve extra time with her to get her to feel herself filled, but i'm finding those moments full of joy for me too. again, so lovely. all of it.

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  4. Sweet! Children do need consistency and depend on it. This is a great idea for forming bonds, to have a "date" with each child, a unique one for each so they feel special! Thank you for sharing! Patsy from
    HeARTworks and
    papemelroti

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  5. It's always a sad moment for me when what used to be routine comforting is no longer needed or wanted. Great post! (Hopping over from Beholding Glory.)

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  6. I lovethe title braiding hair and weaving hearts...popping over now to read. Here from Faith filled Friday

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