The Prudent Man

“The simple believeth every word: but the prudent man looketh well to his going.”

Princess of the Universe and I talked about this verse from Proverbs and I told her what I thought it meant. The moment trouble stirs, the simple jump in with both feet without looking. A too-good-to-be-true “deal?” The simple run right after it. Not so the prudent man.

It was such a simple gesture, but last night in her room I picked up a couple of dolls and had them talking to each other.

“That kid is a pain. Let’s do something to him so he can’t play with us anymore. Let’s tell him he’s not welcome around here.”

Princess of the Universe walked right over, smiling.

The next thing you know these two little kid dolls were whispering their plans about how to get rid of the kid they didn’t like. No one wanted him around because he was mean.

Of course an older, wiser kid asked the two children if what they were about to do was very prudent.

“Do you think you should try to correct that little boy on your own, or should you go tell your mom?”

Princess of the Universe took over.

She had the little dolls walking into the parents’ room (of course waking up the newborn baby during a nap, who cried WAAAAAH WAAAAAAH), and they told Mom what they were thinking.

Mom sat down with the children and explained to them (my daughter’s words, not mine):

“Children if you try to correct that little boy, then he might go home and tell his mother about you and then you will be in trouble too. It’s always best to tell a parent.”

As we tucked all the dolls into their beds we lamented over the lack of adequate blankets in the house. What is the use of a fancy bed if you don’t have a proper blanket? We should have planned more wisely perhaps?

I told her it reminded me of The Virtuous Woman and how she was not afraid of the snow for her household because all of her household were clothed with scarlet.

Proverbs is so wonderful. It is like a treasure of practical advice for all, including children, and then the marvelous deeper meanings can be uncovered as we grow older and older. In fact, it would be a life-long project.

The next doll house project? Homemade blankets for the dolls’ beds.


The lesson with the doll house money is going to be a great one. My daughter counted the money and added it all up again herself, which was good math practice for her. The amount seemed large to her, but she shook her head “no” when I asked her if she thought that much money would run a real home for a year.

What I am going to do is have her subtract the amount of any house-related expense from the total, and we’ll see how fast this money is gone. (It’s a good lesson for me too!)

She was astounded at how quickly the money dwindled down in just one day of bill paying.


A Lesson Found

I stopped at an antique store today on my way home from visiting my aunt and uncle. I figured I would see something really pricey that I would want and not be able to have, so I braced myself for that. But oh my goodness.

Do you see the money on the doll house dresser tray? That stack of money was laying in the antique store on top of a wooden box. As soon as I saw it, I thought of The Year of the Doll House. I asked how much I could buy it for, for our doll house, and they just gave it to me. ??? So I am thinking that this little project was supposed to come our way.

And guess how much money it is?

9271 dollars. Why that amount? I am not sure how to turn this into a fun lesson. Before I counted the money, I was going to set it as a pretend budget for her doll house and then everything we purchased for the doll house would come out of it, even if only on paper — just to show her how expensive things can be, but I can’t do that. I can’t spend 9271 real dollars on the doll house!

But what if I wrote that amount down and used it for our real house? Nine-thousand two-hundred seventy-one dollars will sound like SO much to my daughter. And what if, for math, we subtracted everything I have to buy for our own home in 2008 from that amount?

I think she could really get a sense of budgeting. I am thinking that that is the amount I am supposed to work with. After all, there it was and it was given to me.

How cool is that? I will let you know what we do with it.



Lessons From The Doll House

Are we still playing dolls here? Yes! Here’s the latest creation: a doll house puppy box for the children’s room. My daughter made it and received plenty of praise from her mama.

For those of you keeping up with our doll house adventures, here’s the latest.

“Year of the Doll House” has been a very thought-provoking venture for me. My daughter and I have really enjoyed playing together. The lessons have been just as much for me as for her.

Speaking of “lessons,” it’s not something formal where playing becomes rote. We simply talk while we play, and I am — quite simply — committed to playing. I try to have had my meditative time with my bible and Proverbs earlier in the day, which helps me to have “a word in season” for whatever we are doing.

It’s also not about dropping whatever I am doing and giving in to my daughter’s every whim. It’s about giving of my precious time to her, when I have time to give it. I think of times in the past when she’s asked me to play — and probably needed my attention more than anything, but I was too busy. I don’t want that to be the tone of our relationship.

What are her lessons?

The other day she mentioned her doll house being small compared to her cousin’s very tall doll house. We talked about having patience and adding another level to her own doll house. This situation gave me the opportunity to mention a thought that had been on my mind from Proverbs. I had been reading about Solomon. He was one of the wealthiest men who ever lived: 40 thousand stalls of horses for his chariots, and 12 thousand horsemen. (I Kings ch. 4) There’s more, but does that give you a hint? Still, with all his material wealth, it was his request to God that made him great: “Give therefore thy servant an understanding heart to judge thy people, that I may discern between good and bad;…” (I Kings ch. 3)

I explained to my daugther that I thought it was the best request we could have, whether our house was great or small. To have wisdom to establish a home and to raise our children and to discern between good and bad is the key. The size of the house matters not if there’s no peace in it.

Anyway, that’s the kind of lessons I want to undertake, and in the most gentle, non-preachy way.