November 06, 2013

Use Bricks.


I cried today. 
I was reading The Three Little Pigs to Eve, and I literally cried.
(You can laugh at me, I've already accepted my weirdness.)

There is just something about the story that I love.
This story teaches a timeless message of warning.
As I held my sweet baby in my arms I felt my mother soul hoping she heard-- build a strong, safe home little pig.
Build with bricks.

In my paperback, golden book version, the wolf EATS the straw and twig pigs.  Aside from the building, instrument playing and chiny-chin-chinning, this feels more real to me.  I really hate classics that are made politically correct with no consequences and wide-spread happily ever after.  Sometimes, pigs get eaten and it's sad.  (Although, as an oldest sister, I do love the "and they all ran to their brother's house for wolf stew" version too.)
I couldn't help but wonder if the first two pigs would have built their houses out of bricks if they knew where to find them.

Did they choose straw and sticks because they were lazy, because they were deceived by tricky salesman, or because they really wanted houses that wouldn't protect them?  
All three pigs came from the same supposedly safe home.    Did their mother explain to them WHY she built their home strong?  Did she send them out the door to earn their fortune armed with knowledge?  I don't want to be a 1/3 mom.  That poor mother pig.

I believe in good and I believe in evil.  I believe that we must build strong homes to protect our families.  We must build and we must teach our children why we are building.  Building a strong home takes work and effort and time.  Building a strong home requires that you spend your money on materials that strengthen and protect.  We build because we know there is a wolf and he wants to eat us.  We know the wolf because he has knocked on our door.  He will knock on their door also!

I do not live my life in fear.  Because I know and I am spending my days building a home of bricks.  It is interesting to me that the first two pigs are dancing happily up until the point that there is a knock at their door.

Today, we are not allowed to talk about wolves.  We pretend they are not there so we don't offend anyone in straw or twig houses.  

All around me, people I love are suffering.  Wolves of addiction, promiscuity, and irresponsibility are eating good little pigs. Even as their friends and family members are being eaten, they refuse to see how the wolf got in.  Sometimes as they are telling me the tragic stories I want to shout-- it's the STRAW!!!  It's not safe!!!
People are still buying straw!  
Stop!!  If you want to protect your families you need THICK walls-- invest!!!  Cleave to that which is SAFEST.

I want my house built of brick AND I want a stew boiling in my fireplace to catch the wolf in his sneaky spots.

I want to be able to have a home where my doors are open.  I want to say, "Run here if your house has blown down."  I want my little pigs to have a safe home to run to when they are getting huffed and puffed.  I cannot ignore or run away from the wolves around us, but I am a brick house little pig.

"Little Pig, Little Pig let me come in."
"Not by the hair on our chiney-chin-chin."
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."

So, the wolf huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed again and again.  But he could not blow the house in!

The wolf got mad.  "Little pig, little pig, I will catch you anyhow.  I am going to climb up on your roof [and come in your Internet] and eat you up."

"Come down," said the little pig.  "Hurry up!"

The wolf came down the chimney and fell right into a pot of water boiling over the fire.
The little pig quickly popped the cover over the pot- and that was the end of [one] wicked wolf!

And the third little pig lived happily ever after in his house of bricks.

10 comments:

Debbi said...

Thank you for this. I follow your blog, I don't comment often, but you inspire me to be a better wife and mom. I hope you don't mind that I share this post.

jenifer said...

Nope.

The Wife said...

Fantastic! I love your take on a story I've heard (and read) a thousand times.

Tiffany said...

Good stuff, Jen! And my kids will probably see this at our next family home evening :-)

Diane said...

I loved this analogy! Thanks, Jen

Melanie Arkoudas said...

very good and thought provoking! Thanks so much! and I agree with Tiffany...my kids will see this at family home evening!

Rebekah said...

Next FHE--fit for all ages!
Loved this.
Love you!

Kaela Frame said...

I've been thinking about this post for a day now. I really loved it! It inspired me to take more action to make sure my house is built of brick and I have a pot of boiling water to catch anything that still sneaks in. I don't mean to, but I think sometimes I just sit back and HOPE that my home will be protected. This reminded me to take action. Brick is much more expensive, time consuming, and simply harder to build with than straw......but our families are worth it.
I also love the peace of mind that the third pig has....he is confident that he is protected because he has done the work to keep evil out.
Thanks for the inspiration and enlightenment! Love you!

Christine Suldinger said...

Love this Jen. You are such a good writer

Christine Suldinger said...

Love this Jen. You are such a good writer

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