Parenting can be a very frustrating job. When the kids are little, the struggles are with bedtimes and Brussel sprouts and battles of will. As they get older, the issues may change, but the frustration never goes away. Enforcing a reasonable bedtime switches to establishing a curfew. For some of us, the struggle with eating green vegetables dissipates (sometimes not). But the one constant is the battle of the wills.
I know there are times I just want to throw my hands up in frustration and abandon all hope of them ever changing their ways. If they are just going to ignore all my counsel and advise then so be it, I’m done! About this time in my rantings a little light of truth starts to glimmer in the corner of my mind. Could it be that I was once as bull-headed and willful as they are? Could it be that some of the best lessons I learned I life were learned the hard way? Or could it even be that I don’t have all the answers and should maybe just shut up and let God handle this situation?
All parents only want what is best for their children, the issue is, we don’t always know what the best answer is. Micro managing our children’s lives doesn’t save them from pain, it prevents them from growing. How will they ever learn to survive if we fight every battle for them?
Right now my youngest is making some bad, yet non-life threating decisions (at least that is how my mom mind reads the situation). These aren’t the major worries that parents face like drugs or sex, but they bother me anyway. The more I push towards my choices, the deeper he digs his heels in the ground. Are these little differences worth the tussle?
The good choices have been made: he has accepted Christ as his Lord and Savior, he enjoys fellowship with Christian believers, and he reads his bible. The worldlier choices pale in significance to these options.
I guess I just need to relax and remember that God has got this situation and will work it all out for his good in spite of my mom-meddling. Hopefully, one day we will look back on this time of struggle and joke about how wrong he was (or maybe how wrong I was) and laugh about it. Hopefully, that will come very soon. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know who does.
He loves my son more than I do. He wants the absolute best for my boy. All my worrying and fretting over the choices my son makes won’t change them. I need to be willing to let go and watch him grow into the man God is calling him to be. If he falls, I will be there to help him up; and if he soars, I will be there to cheer him on. But he is never going to get too far off the ground if I keep him chained to the earth with the leash of expectation and dreams I have for him.
I just need to remember that “Sink or Swim – The Lord is with him.”
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.