Being a parent looks so easy when you aren’t one.
You have all the answers. “If that was my kid…….”
When a baby cries during church service…….I’d take them out, of course.
When a child speaks disrespectfully in public to his parents……..I’d teach him respect.
When a child whines and cries and gets on everyone’s last nerve…….I’d give him something to cry about.
And then, you are a parent. And you realize that you have no clue what you’re doing.
The lessons that you were so certain you could teach, they escape you because you have
entered some sort of survival mode.
You are so clueless that you don’t even know how clueless you are.
There is no vision for lessons to be learned or direction
of your parental influence because it’s all you can do to get through the day.
If you have now or have had two in diapers at once,
and possibly an older sibling or another on the way……
Consider yourself lucky if you read this from the safe confines of your home
and not from an institutional setting.
But you aren’t lucky.
You are blessed.
Surviving those early years as a parent isn’t easy. Figuring it out as you go, trial and error.
Are we doing this right?
Sleepless nights, pulling out every possible ploy just to allow yourself to eat a meal.
And for moms, the phenomenon of struggling to find time to shower
(or use the potty alone).
You don’t give a flying fudgestick if your kids annoy other people in public because your life is a warzone.
That day comes, you hear a baby squalling in church. But it’s different now.
A wide smile takes over you whole face as you start looking around for that guy who’s thinking,
“if that was my kid…..”
You know now that it’s the sweetest sound in the world.
The days become more frequent when you can come up for air.
Kids can dress, feed, and bathe themselves.
Lost brain cells re-generate. Perspective appears again.
This greatest realization comes at some point.
When you are blessed with children, every age is the greatest age!
Opportunities to teach lessons and learn them yourself,
they change in nature but not in number.
The joy of being a parent. Some days, in the midst of life’s struggles,
you have to look harder to find it. But it’s there.
Don’t become so occupied with life that you forget to look for the joy.
My own kids are 17, 15, 14, & 8 now.
I suppose having a senior in high school can bring one to a crisis of the mind.
For me, I find myself reflecting more now than at any other point in my life.
What did my wife and I do right as parents yesterday?
What can we do better tomorrow?
Now back to the original statement:
“I’m going to change my name from MOM”
Everyone has heard this humorous phrase in the world of badgering kids.
But in a world of badgering kids, there is no greater joy, blessing, or privilege
than being called MOM or DAD.
Each time we hear it, it should remind us that there is great purpose for our lives.
Every day that I hear the word “dad” (or daddy as my oldest still calls me),
it should remind me
that every day is the most important day of my life!