The kids

I haven't posted much about the kids lately. That's because, by and large, they are well-content. At present they are watching some awful American TV series (I know some of them are good, but our countries only buy the awful ones), dubbed into French. Now and again there's some phrase that is a little beyond Catrin, so Gwilym translates for her.

School is ok. Sometimes the girls are mean to Catrin. Gwilym gets on well with the lads, mainly because he is "super-fort" at football. Both seem to be doing OK with their schoolwork - at least they get good reports from school.

So all is well. Thanks for praying. Don't give up now.

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Anonymous said…
You may not mention them much but it is obvious that they are well loved from the wonderful photos. What a privlege we have that God has entrusted into our care such lovely little people (not so little now either).

I'm certainly not a perfect parent and so I have to entrust them back into God's care. God has over ruled my mistakes, I don't know why, it is all of grace.
There are no special parenting formulas but one thing that helped mine to grow in the faith was and still is, attending an annual Christian conference where there is an excellent children and youth work, and going on an annual camp. These they have both attended since being very young. Now my son is a youth leader at the conference and they are both 'officers' on the camp. My daughter did attend a camp that was a bit of a disaster once, so they are not all 'the thing' for everyone but this is my experience.
Of course I will continue to pray for dear Gwilym and Catrin. Your blog reflects what things you do as a family and thus helps to inform and give 'prayer fodder' (my rather poor expression).
8:58 am
Alan said…
Yes, conferences and camps are great, aren't they. This year we are able to go to the UFM Family conference, which is great, and in future years we hope that we'll be able to make the Aber conference sometimes and maybe the kids can go on camp. We'll see. Of course - there's camps in France, too.
5:15 pm
Alan said…
p.s. Gwilym was keen to go to the Camp Cymraeg, but the dates were no good this year. By next year he'll have forgotten his Welsh, though if I ever have to shout to them in public I try to do it in Welsh.
5:24 pm
MartinY said…
I'm not sure I'd like to go through bringing up our children again - the pitfalls we didn't see scare me. I think a good alternative to camps is to bring them to the evening service when they are big enough, as long as you do not allow them to play, even quietly, during the sermon.
9:32 pm
Alan said…
Yes. However on the continent everyone is a oncer. There is no evening service.

We are a little concerned about this for our kids because they were and still are church-trained. In Deeside the evening service was a treat and they always stayed in the service from birth.

Here all the kids go out to Sunday School, so ours do, too. I'm not happy about that, but to keep them in would not be good or right in the context.
7:09 am
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