Mama, Let Your Kids be Brave

Imagination and the Importance of Bravery


When my oldest was little, I did my best to keep her playtime devoid of all conflict. “No!” I would say emphatically, “Don’t be meant to the bad-guy car! We love him. We should always be kind.”  I was afraid that if I let her shout, “You’re a bad guy! Go to jail!” while she played, she would shout those same words to her brothers and sisters. Thus, by decree, there would be no conflict, no stress, no violence, and absolutely no bad guys during play time. It must be peaceful, happy, full of baby dolls, with the occasional train ride in the countryside.


Poor first child. To first children everywhere, let me apologize on behalf of your well-meaning mothers. You have borne your adversity well (by bossing everyone around the way we did).

Over the next several years, a transformation took place in our home. We had more children. Lots of them. With lots of children came changes that greatly impacted playtime:


  1. We had some boys. Boys like tea parties too, but have a slightly different take on the game (think monkeys in a tea room).
  2. I couldn’t hear everything they were playing anymore. I listened in, but many moments were lost under a blanket of noise. I also lost my ability to micromanage (Hallelujah and Amen). If they played without fighting, I was thankful, and unless I heard genuinely concerning themes or words (“idiot” or “shut up,” or “murder”), I let them be.
  3. The younger children’s play was informed by their older siblings. They had a greater pool of ideas to draw from. Faraway lands, colorful characters, and dangerous mythical creatures were added to the imagination trove. New (and louder!) slabs of creativity piled onto the foundation that was laid by the years of playtime before them.
  4. My younger children were more confident. (This is an understatement!) They not only had two parents that loved them and accepted them, but a whole house full of siblings to go before them: over fences, up the maple tree, into the neighbor’s raspberries. Their bravery came out in their play. Instead of the fun, but limited, “Let’s go to the store,” and “We’re puppies,” they also played, “Knock down the evil giant!” (Much to the dismay of their friends’ parents, oops. Sorry, not sorry.)


Simultaneously, I began to change. I began to value bravery, the courage to stand up to evil, and justice. I realized how important it is for men and women to be bold in their faith and not shy away from argument or adversity. I began to see that the types of play that scared me when my oldest was little (“Get the bad guy!”) were her way of expressing differences between right and wrong, righteousness and evil. She was brave! She valued justice! It was fantastic. And I had discouraged it.

Imagination is practice for real life. Who do we want our children to be when they grow up?

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It’s true that we don’t want our children to be cruel. After all, kindness is a fruit of the spirit. I also love a rollicking game of “let’s be puppies.” But when your children make up stories about the evil one-armed tiger trapping the helpless platypuses in a rainbow cage, let them talk some smack. Don’t scold them for being hard on the bad guys. Don’t reprimand them for boldly sharing the truth with their teddy bears. Give them opportunities to be brave, because standing for righteousness takes practice.

Speaking of practice, how brave are you? It’s struck me recently how it’s not enough to encourage
bravery in the lives of my children. I need to cultivate it in my own life as well. Am I trying to please people or God? Am I afraid of standing for truth because my friends on Facebook will look down on me? Am I jumping on political bandwagons because I think it will make me seem more compassionate? Am I letting my emotions lead instead of testing everything against scripture? On that note, am I reading the Bible? All of it, not just the comfy parts?

Let your children be brave. Let them fight epic battles with their stuffed toys. Let them climb impossible mountains in the back yard. Encourage them to put on the whole armor of God, so that “they may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.”rene-bernal-f0rdHx5P8sQ-unsplash

 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace. In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. Ephesians 6:10-18


Summer Writing Activities Are Here!

Summer Writing Activities

Looking for fun writing activities for kids, adults, and everyone in between?  You’ve come to the right place! I’ve spent hours of inside, outside, on-the-bed, under-the-covers, at-the-kitchen-counter time crafting a set of daily writing activities for the Summer, starting June 18 and ending September 3, 2018. I’m not sure what’s more exciting, the fact that they’re all free, or the enjoyment of working on them together! (Note: Have little ones? Read about how to include them in writing activities here.)

What do I have in store? An activity for every weekday for twelve weeks starting today. Pick and choose or do them all!

Fun List Monday

Fun List Mondays- Write a list with me! Every Monday I will post a fun list. For example: Five Foods I Like and One I Don’t. Fill out your list and enjoy it by yourself, share it in the comments, on my Facebook page, or on Twitter (with the hashtag #FunListMondays). Not convinced? Read about how lists encourage better writing here.

Poetry Tuesday

Poetry Tuesdays- Dip (or dive) into the lovely world of poetry! Each Tuesday, I’ll share a fun poetry activity plus a poem study for all ages, as well as an advanced poetry lesson for ages 14 and up. Enjoy one, two, or all three of guided resources.


Freewrite Wednesdays

Freewrite Wednesdays- Grab a pencil, a piece of paper, and a timer and see if you can put the stuff in your head down on the page! Each week I’ll have a freewrite topic to get you started, as well as prompt questions in case you get stuck.


Furry Thursday chipmunk

Furry Thursdays- Smash up science and English parts of speech together with this guessing game! Each week I’ll share a group of nouns, adjectives, and verbs plus a biome or two. Players will guess the animal based on the words. When you’re finished guessing, draw the animal and the words for drawing and copy-work practice.

Friday Story Share

Friday Story Share- Ready to share your stories? Write a story, send it in by Thursday at midnight and I will draw one out of the pot to share on the Story Share section of the website the following Friday!

Join in the fun! Fill your summer with the joy of writing.


Writing Cookies

Becoming a children’s author is sort of like opening a bakery… except it’s nothing like it at all. In this strange new world of 21st century publishing, before authors share any of their treasured writings, they need to establish a following online. In other words, before I even bake the cookies (which are a special, secret kind of cookie), I have to start parading around the street with my baker’s hat so people know I make cookies. Even though no one’s allowed to eat any of them yet. Or taste them. Or look at them.

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And then when curious people ask me what kind of cookies I make, I have to smile mysteriously and say, “Just you wait. They’ll be amazing! They will taste delicious (I hope)! And the secret recipe has flour, sugar, butter, and some other kind of magic chocolate bean grown in equatorial fairy tales.” 

Because if no one knows I bake, then no one will buy the cookies.

So this is me, telling you that I’m a baker—errr, writer. I love to write. I love to grab my laptop and sit on my couch, on my counter, on my bed, in the sun with a blanket on my favorite patio chair. I love to write (for a few minutes) in a field of grasshoppers that sing woody songs to me while the mosquitos nibble at my legs. In the evening, I love to hug and kiss the little people living in my house, grab my notebooks and hide in the schoolroom with the light turned low, trying to find the most whimsical word that rhymes with “hoot” (because owls) and occasionally yelling up the stairs, “Go back to bed!”

As a musician, my inner song informs the rhythm of the words I write. As an artist, the pictures in my head transform into words and fill the paper, lest they disappear forever into the place where all lost thoughts go, the junction between Wonderland and Never-Never Land.

Writing is the trap door for all the imaginative ideas in my head, the meaningful sentiments of my heart, the pieces that would otherwise stay hidden, unused. And with a finished product, I have a chance to contribute something good and lovely to the world that would otherwise be short one fantastically delicious cookie— I mean, book.