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The Children's Works of Mercy

It seems like I’m re-learning every piece of my faith, bit by tiny bit as I explain and answer my children’s questions.  What I’ve learned is this: If I can’t explain it simply, I don’t know the answer well enough. I’m deeply interested in how to bring true, authentic moral teachings to children in a way they truly understand, because then that will be a tool in their toolbox for the rest of their lives.  With that in mind, below is a list I’ve been contemplating- the Children’s Works of Mercy- ways for our kids to use their little bodies and little hearts in their everyday life.  
Share the snack
If a kid doesn’t have a snack, or doesn’t like their snack, or just had a snack but yours looks better- offer a piece, a bite, a smidge.  What does this look like in real life? Asking your mother to bring a large pack of granola bars into your classroom in case a student forgets.  If you or your child notices another child frequently without lunch/snack/drink- pack a little extra. No matter your age, you can offer the most basic of comforts- here is a drink, here’s something to eat. (This is also a great work to show to adults- even they need help sometimes- this can be brownies for the fire station, muffins for a neighbor who just had a baby, offering to pour the cereal for siblings while Mom gets dressed).


Pass along the toy
Have toys you’re not playing with so much anymore?  Is it in good condition? Would another child enjoy it more than you do?  It may be time to find all the pieces, clean it, wrap it up, and donate it.  Children’s Hospitals and Foster Care organizations use these toys to furnish waiting rooms.  Could your toy comfort a child in such a place?
Sit with the alone
Is there a kid in your class who just- doesn’t fit in?  Who tends to be chosen last as a science partner? Just…. See them.   Be kind. Sit nearby without issue. Ask them if they want to be partners this time around.  A child may have a disability, a different language, or something else entirely that keeps them at a distance.  Don’t be afraid. This is the elementary school version of visiting the imprisoned. Your 30 year old self will be so proud of you.  
Be the Santa
Choose toys for other kids and put them under the tree at Church.  Don’t ask your Dad or Mom for anything while you’re shopping. You’re on a mission for these kids and you have your invisible Santa hat on.  YOU get to be their Santa- really, how cool is that? Think of GOOD toys you’d be happy to open, happy to play with, proud to show your friends.  Pick those gifts. Feel their joy. Now give them away.


Pick who gets picked last
Don’t choose them last on the playground.   If asked why, just shrug and say, “why not?”.

What would you add?


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  1. Your neighbor!December 21, 2018 at 6:02 PM

    I love this. I would add...Listen. not be quiet & think about what you're going to say next, but really listen. That is a true skill.

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