The carpool line shortened, and I could see Caroline and Daniel anxiously awaiting my arrival. Our firstborn was the first to hop in and fasten her seatbelt. She looked at me with eyes widened, “Mom, you are not going to believe what Sally said Jason texted her.” “What?” I asked, not exactly sure where this might lead. Caroline leaned toward me and whispered, “He called her a.... ” Caroline hesitated, inhaled deeply and relayed each letter somberly, “Jason called her a P-I-T-C-H!” Suppressing my urge to giggle, I pulled over and hugged Caroline. “Sweetheart,” I said, “I am so thankful you and Daniel are always willing to share things with Mommy and Daddy. But I believe the word Jason called Sally begins with the letter ‘b’ and, you’re right, it is not a nice word at all.” “Oh,” Daniel chimed in, “like the ‘s’ word.” Which, in our family, is still the word “stupid.”
Driving home, I rejoiced in the innocence of our twins. I also thanked the Lord for a husband who has chosen to remain on the same page in our parenting. We desire our speech to be edifying to the Lord and to others so we are conscious of the words we use to express ourselves. And we want to equip our children to make wise choices and be guarded in what they watch with their eyes, listen to with their ears and with the actions they take. We have resisted purchasing iPhones for Caroline and Daniel until we train them in how to maintain a covenant with their eyes and ears. To further ensure this safeguard, I have a basket next to our front door into which visiting friends drop their “smart” phones. Lee and I are certainly not defectless parents, but we are choosing to be deliberate in how we raise these three blessings God has permitted us to steward in this season.
Understand that we do not want our trio to be naive. Innocence and purity come by choice, not by ignorance. We live in a fallen world. Cursing happens. So does cancer. Today is the sixth anniversary of Daniel’s diagnosis. It is full awareness of all the heartache and hurt in this world that makes me ever more thankful for the cross of Christ Jesus. “For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that He was buried, that He was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures,” (I Corinthians 15: 3-4). In Him, our hope remains fixed, fastened, and secure.