Tuesday, August 24

Train Up a Child.....

 When I was pregnant with my boys, I prayed specifically that they'd be more like my sister than me concerning how they lived in the world. I asked God to make them assertive, to cause them to know what they want and know how to express it. 


My sister was always more assertive than me. She had opinions, and she spoke up for herself. It never really dawned on me to have my own opinions. Alyson knew what she wanted, and she knew when an adult was asking her to do something she didn't necessarily want to do. It was fascinating to me. Looking back, it seems like a better way to live, and I wanted my kids to live with that kind of freedom. 


Even as a young girl, I knew that I was probably the easier child to parent, to teach, and to influence. As a mother preparing to give birth, I knew that being easier to manipulate didn't necessarily prepare me for the world. I wanted children that could be world changers. As a 28-year-old conformist, I knew they'd need more of a questioning and assertive spirit for that. 


Well, God answered my prayers!! There have been days (you have no idea how many days) I've wondered why in the world I would have prayed such a thing. Life would have been easier, less embarrassing, prettier if I'd had boys that operated in our family and in life like I did growing up. 


But, here's the thing, I would have missed out on all of the lessons our mess-ups (theirs and mine) have brought. Because these boys are so head strong, I've had to beg God to teach me to mother at every new season. Thankfully, He's allowed me to see some things through their eyes. In His perfect way, God has used their struggles to demonstrate His lessons for me. 


In all of this, though, one question has played on repeat in my head throughout their high school years. I can't get past it! It causes me to over process all that I do, and it burdens my heart for the children and teenagers that we are collectively raising, 


Why do we expect more from our young people than we expect for ourselves?


I can't speak for every environment. But, I live, work, and operate mostly in Christian cultures, and I'm afraid I see it over and over again. 


We tell our children to be kind to those they come in contact with. It is the Christian way, and we don't have to like everyone, but we have to be kind to everyone. But, our children see us, the adults, griping and complaining. Our news feeds are full of hateful memes and angry messages. We've taught Matthew 5 in our churches and Christian classrooms, 


You have heard do not murder, and whoever murders will be subjected to judgment. But I say to you that anyone who is angry with a brother will be subjected to judgment. And, whoever insults a brother will be brought before the council, and whoever says, 'Fool' will be sent to fiery hell. (verse 21-23)


But, our own adult lives have demonstrated that these verses may not be true if we disagree with a sister or brother. You know, if someone's perspective is "stupid" or "ridiculous" then we can be angry with them. We can call them "fool" or any other word we want to call them. We can laugh at, mock, or publicly ridicule. "They've" earned it. Right? 


I wonder if our children are confused?


We tell our children that gossip and slander are sinful. They really shouldn't talk about people behind their backs. It's not what Jesus would want us to do. Then, we notice people living like we don't think they should live, and we spend countless hours analyzing and dissecting their choices. Of course, we'd disguise our gossip as concern or prayer request. But, let's be honest, it's gossip. It doesn't concern us. You know what's even more harmful? We talk about teenagers and their poor choices like we're labeling inmates for prisons. Nevermind that they're doing some of the same things WE did only a few years ago. Our sins just weren't slathered across social media. The adults in our lives couldn't see the messiness, so they couldn't weigh in with their "concern" and hatefulness. Man, am I grateful for that!


I wonder if our children are hurt? 


We tell our children not to fear. We remind them that the Bible tells us not to fear 365 times. Then, we read a statistic, see something in the news, or are faced with something we need to do that could be uncomfortable, and we allow our anxiety and fears to run wild. We make regular decisions based on "what if" rather than following the Holy Spirit in an adventure. 


I'm more reserved by nature, so my fears may not be out loud and public. When I'm feeling anxious, it looks more like a drill sergeant gone wild. In my fear and angst I try to manage and control everyone around me. I start barking orders and issuing threats that never work on headstrong teenagers. And, I'm glad they don't. Fear is a bully. Just because I'm allowing it to bully me doesn't mean it should get to wreak havoc in my home. 


But, I wonder if it causes my children to resent me and my orders?


Our Bible is very clear. When the external doesn't match the internal it's called hypocrisy. When words don't match actions, Jesus called our deeds worthless. He's much more interested in the heart. I've grown to realize that our teenagers share that interest. They couldn't care less about what we say if it doesn't line up with what they see. 


I can scream that I love Jesus on a daily basis, but if it doesn't affect the way that I treat people, love my husband, teach my classes, or order my life, my words are pretty much worthless. 


This is exactly why I've loved (and sometimes hated) having teenagers. They keep me humble, and they keep me honest. They also keep me searching for better ways. I don't want my hypocrisy to cause confusion that would lead to sin. It's so interesting to me that the Church will readily use the argument that we can't drink publicly because it could cause someone to stumble. But, we won't address the fact that our hypocrisy in the face of our children could cause resentment, leading to anger, leading to sin, 


....but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened round his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea. Matthew 18:6


That's serious. Maybe that's why it's weighing so heavily on me. Yes. There's an age of accountability, and our children (as they age) will be accountable for their actions. But, since I'm in a position to influence young lives, I feel great conviction to lead with me life. 


I want them to love their neighbors, so I'm going to love others in a big way. 


I want them to obey God and not worry about what the world around them thinks, so I'm going to "keep my eyes on my own paper" and worry only with what God calls me to do. I can't police the behavior of everyone else. I refuse to try.


I want them to see the grace of God on a daily basis, so I'm going to hand out kindness and grace like it's candy. At least I'm going to try. I want to offer grace even when it feels offensive to me. 


I want hearts to be transformed by the Gospel of Jesus Christ. So, I'm going to pray like my life depends on it, because only the Holy Spirit can accomplish that. And, since I teach that He is bigger than any sin, any mess, and any mistake, I'm not going to freak out over a sin, a mess, or a mistake. 


I really want to live like I believe the truths that I teach, because I believe our little ones (and teenagers are still little ones even if they don't want to be) are always watching.


Tuesday, August 17

Don't Be THAT Mom!

When I started writing here in 2008, our children were 5, 3, and 1. I used this space to share precious pictures, tell funny stories, and find ways to link them all with God and His Word. It was a way to share these things with friends and family that wouldn't have seen them any other way. Very quickly, it turned into a space where I could process what the Lord was doing in my heart and mind through my children and our world. 

This past weekend, I took that five-year-old to college and left him nine hours away from me. Goodness, I have some processing to do. Naturally, I've come here to do it. 

When Caleb was in PK4, he had a precious and knowledgeable teacher. Her name was Ms. Ruth, but Caleb called her Ms. Roof. (I could write for days and days about all of the ways my children said certain words the wrong but better way.) 

Ms. Ruth had older children. Therefore, any time she gave suggestions or parenting tips and hacks, I was all in. I am a teacher, but I'm also a pretty good student. As a new parent, I was always looking for best practices from those that parented well. 

Around the time of PK Graduation, I was talking with Ms. Ruth at her door about my "sadness" that Caleb was already going to Kindergarten. I said something like, "This is so sad. He's already off to real school, and he'll be graduating before I know it." I'll never forget how quickly Ms. Ruth said, 

Don't be THAT parent, Amy. Enjoy every season as they come, because they're all wonderful. Otherwise, you'll get to Graduation sad that you hadn't enjoyed a single one out of anticipation of it being over. 

I was stunned at the harshness. She put me in my place in a hurry. Ms. Ruth wasn't being mean. She was actually being quite kind. I'm just not sure many would have been bold enough to say what I needed to hear. 

I'm so thankful she did. And, if you've ever been in a Bible study with me, you've heard me share it over and over. It was meaningful to me. Her words stuck like glue to my very soul. I remembered them at every milestone, and they caused me to pause and enjoy the moment. 

Ms. Ruth wasn't disagreeing with the thought that time would fly by, or that Caleb's Graduation would happen way too fast. That part is true! There's no way around it. The tiny baby I held in my arms in 2003 became the man I hugged for dear life in the parking lot of a college dorm in the blink of an eye! 

But, the moments in the middle have been pretty special - precious, joy-filled, hard, beautiful, exciting, difficult, and a million other adjectives. I feel like I enjoyed them all! I'm just not sure I would have if a PK teacher hadn't cared enough to tell me what I needed to hear. I didn't love it in the moment, but it impacted my life for good. 

So, on Saturday night, we hugged our Caleb, got in the car, and didn't pull out of the parking lot until the door to his dorm closed. And, we cried! Then, I made my mental list of things I want to enjoy about the moment. Thankfully, this list is long.

Our next season will look different, but we are still here to enjoy it. I had my moments with Caleb as a baby, toddler, adolescent, and teenager. I'm thankful for them, but they are done. Now, I get to learn how to enjoy new moments. I feel certain the Lord will lead me, because this was all His plan anyway. 

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven,

Ecclesiastes. 3:1


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