How I Taught my Family to Love

It has been ten years since the day I taught my family how to love … and they never forgot it. You see I was weeks from delivering my third child and my belly was a big as a barn. It was becoming more and more difficult to pick up around the house, especially going up and down those blasted stairs. Each sock on the floor, felt like a slap across my face in addition to a stab in my back as I bent over to pick it up. Do they not love me? Do they not realize how much pain they are causing me? My rhetorical thoughts were met with an answer in my heart. No, they don’t know how much pain they are causing you. How could they? They have never carried around 20% of their body weight in their belly before.

An idea dawned on me… a simply delicious idea! I went to our hall closet and pulled out three backpacks: papa bear size, medium bear size, and baby bear size. I quickly calculated 20% of my husband’s 200 lb body weight was forty pounds. Then I did the math on my daughter and son. With a smirk on my face and a twinkle in my eye I retrieved some bricks and books. After I loaded them in backpacks, I headed to the bathroom scale. I weighed each backpack carefully adjusting the weight to reflect their 20% load.

Sitting on the couch with three weighted backpacks at my feet, I waited for my family to return home.

“How was your day hun?” “What’s for dinner Mommy?” “Can I have a friend over?” Their voices spilled into the living room as I heard a brief case, books, a sweatshirt, workout bag, lunch kit, and mail drop.

“Come into the living room. I have a game for us to play,” I said in my sweetest tempting voice. Pointing to the three backpacks I explained that I wanted each to put one on in front and I would secure it by tying the straps together in the back so that it wouldn’t fall out. “You can each get to know how Mother feels.” They agreed.

Standing in front of me giggling at each other I snapped their photo. Then I told them the game begins with them cleaning the house, starting with the things they have dropped in the entry way. As they headed out of sight I added, “Then get the Cheerios under the kitchen table, the socks on the stairs, the crayons in the playroom… and on and on I detailed their clean up list.”

It wasn’t ten minutes until I heard “Mommy this isn’t a fun game.” And from hubby, “this is really killing my back.” Did I let them off the hook: no way! The rest of the night I made them clean the house (folding clothes and unloading the dishwasher), taking stuff in and out of the car (through the bucket back seat), and picking up a spilled jigsaw puzzle.

Miserable, each one was totally miserable when I called them in for dinner. I explained that the backpacks could come off after dinner. I watched as each sat uncomfortably in the chair, trying to cram their bellies under the table. Red faced and moaning, they listened as I explained love… love that is an action not a feeling, love that always begins with identification. If you want to love someone, you must begin by identifying with them so you truly know how they feel. Then you will know how to act toward them. “How can each of you love me?” I asked.

The ideas flowed: “I can pick up my Thomas Trains and put them on the train table.” “I can pull the car out of the garage so you can get in easier.” “I can pick up my clothes and put them away.”

That day birthed a practice in our home. If we see someone that needs love, we start with trying to identify with them. This new year we started without electricity for thirty-six hours, freezing in our house, wearing coats, hats, and mittens identifying with the homeless, to see how God would lead us to love them. Once we took turns eating alone, isolated from the rest of the family so as to identify with an elderly relative who was all alone.

What are your thoughts on teaching love?

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9 thoughts on “How I Taught my Family to Love

  1. I love the idea of identifying with people before we can love them! What a great idea to turn off the electricity for a certain amount of time to help our children (and ourselves) learn empathy for those who don't have this luxury. Thanks, Pam!

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  2. What a super idea!! I love this! It's making my brain work overtime!! 🙂

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  3. Why do we have to identify with people before we can love them? I don't get it. Is this what God means when he says that we are supposed to be known by our love? Sometimes I think the world loves better than the church does. This just sounds whiny to me.

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    • I think the point is that we can love others better and have a better idea of what they need if we try to live a little while in their shoes. Pam I think this is an amazing way to not just tell your family how to love someone, but to get them to think on their own about how we can love people in different situations than we are in. You have taught them how to notice others. I will be remembering this idea for my family as it grows 🙂

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    • Isn't 'identifying with us' what Jesus did by living on this earth for 33 years?
      14 Since the children have flesh and blood, he too shared in their humanity so that by his death he might break the power of him who holds the power of death—that is, the devil— 15 and free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death. Hebrews 2:14-15
      Sounds to me like identifying with people is absolutely a way of showing love.

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    • Whiny is a strong,critical word. It's almost impossible to use it without sounding that way yourself. Did you mean to sound so negative?

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      • "Whiny" is a strong, critical word? I didn't mean it that way. I just meant that in this story, the mom is supposed to be the adult. Teaching our kids to identify with OTHER people is one thing. The whole "how would you like it if you had to be me?" thing is whiny. When you are the mom, you should not put heavy packs on your kids, or, make things all about you. I see it as drawing attention to herself. It would have been nice to see her husband step up and direct the kids to pitch in. Since he did not, is treating him the same way she treated the children really the best way to go?

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