learning life lessons

Reid is in second grade and his teacher is pro-journal. As in second graders writing regular journal entries. As in second grade BOY writing regular journal entries. *sigh* It isn’t that I am anti-journal…I mean I write a blog! But that is just it.   I write a blog. Second grade boys aren’t journal-prolific. Reid’s prolific nature is more concentrated on Lego-building, DS playing and general tactics of brotherly war. *sigh* It isn’t so bad when the assigned journal entry revolves around something that Reid has seen or done.   It is the life application entries that may kill me before the year is over. Yes, I said me. Reid, like most second grade boys, is pretty concrete in his thinking unless he is daydreaming.   Drawing a life lesson from anything is a full blown struggle, let alone writing it in a complete sentence with a capital letter, end mark and no reversal of b’s and d’s. So, what I have been doing is to have a conversation with him about whatever story we are suppose to be translating into journal gold.   I take a sentence or two from our discussion and write it out for him to copy and then he draws a picture.   Often the life application is a little abstract and will fall on the grace of a certain second grade teacher. That all changed last Thursday.   I read the story of Samson to Reid.

Samson was strong, but not so smart.   He let the secret of his strength slip to his heathen wife who took this information and used it for evil.

I asked Reid (halfheartedly) what he learned from this story that he could apply to his own life.   He replied without hesitation… Don’t get married.