Lately I’ve been encountering this new phenomenon.
People have been asking for my advice. Mine. *looks over shoulder* Who me????
Grandmothers, friends, fellow homeschoolers…. They are all asking. People think that I have something good to say about raising children.
Perhaps its because I have a lot of adorable munchkins and they are still alive and kicking, so I obviously know what I’m doing. Perhaps its because they act reasonably
ridiculous sane in public, so I obviously got this parenting thing down. Perhaps its because I have a cherry smile on my face despite my constant sleep deprivation, so obviously I can function on coffee alone (actually that last on is on point). For whatever the reason, I must be giving off a “I’ve got this totally together peeps” aurora about me.
I have you all fooled!!!!
Ladies and gentlemen, let me remind you that my oldest is only FIVE. So obviously, I DO NOT KNOW IT ALL.
But I know someone who does.
Jesus Christ. And it is His Holy word that I take direction from.
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
I take this verse pretty seriously because I take our faith and my kids faith seriously. If I’m not instructing the basics (Jesus and His teaching), then life is worthless and meaningless and this is all for nothing.
And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.
This is a HUGE calling to ALL parents. I must teach my children about the Lord at meals, during story time, during school time, while I’m tired, while they are misbehaving…. through it all I must steer their heads and hearts back to the One who created them.
I love my chosen role as Mommy. But sometimes it is HARD. Like really really really hard. I’m tired. NO. I’m exhausted. They are tired and cranky and far from perfect adorable little rag-a-muffins. Folks, parenting is not for the weak. But I get up everyday and TRY. I work hard at keeping my cool (even when they are having full blown meltdowns), having patience (during major temper tantrums), disciplining in love (when my toddler refuses to eat), being consistent (even if I’m disciplining for the same infraction over and over and over again) and praying for God to give me His eyes to see my children, when my eyes and my heart are sinful and fail me.
So for whatever unknown reason these fellow in-the-trenches-care takers of small children feel compelled to ask for my opinions on child raising, I hope that I can use that opportunity to direct them to my greatest parenting resource. The Bible.