Longtime readers know that this is the name of the liturgy of love our family fell into 25 years ago.
The unique thing, I think, is that we just kept plodding along all of these years until one day I realized, because the children started telling me, that Morning Time was where most of the learning took place during their childhoods.
Just this morning, as I talked over Skype to my oldest son in Japan he told me how he planned to start videotaping his own Morning Time for his 4 little boys to use while he is deployed and then he began to recite "If you can keep your head..." and when he faltered I joined in with the missing words and when I paused my youngest yelled to us from another room with the missing words and we ended together, "You'll be a man, my son," and there they were my son, the man, planning his own liturgy of love, and my son, the little boy, giving joy and purpose to our continuing liturgy.
|My oldest and my youngest about 7 years ago.
For the next 31 days I hope to carefully spell out how you can create this lasting liturgy in your home. I hope this series will be fresh-with illustrations from my family, past and present, and even a bit of hope for the future.
Suggestion of the Day for Morning Time Memory:
You can find many, many more 31 Days posts at The Nesting PlaceIf you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winningsAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
You can also read :
Mystie's 31 Days of Homeschool Organization
Cheryl's 31 Days of Home Celebration
Brandy will also be joining in.