Being a mom is hard.
I mean, tears falling into my kitchen sink hard.
I’m going to be real for a minute. I have two very sweet boys and I dearly love them. One of them, though, well… he knows how to push buttons. There are many, many times when I’m stretched to what I feel like is my absolute limit. There are many, many, many times when I’m standing in my kitchen crying out to God asking for Him to just… take…it.
Little Man is a challenging child. I read blog post after blog post and book after book. I feel like I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried time outs. Natural consequences. Losing toys. I’ve yelled. Spanked. Lost my temper. I’ve had to go sit next to my boy and humbly ask for his forgiveness. I’ve been in tears asking my Heavenly Father for His forgiveness.
There, in the quiet, tearful moments…. There was a whisper. I love you, my child. I will forgive you for anything.
As a teacher, I was always told, “Don’t smile until December. Let them know you mean business.” If I’m honest, that never worked for me in the classroom. Funny how I tried it at home and it never worked there either.
You know what did work? Grace. And love.
Way before I got to that whole truth part. If I spent time building relationships with my students, they were more likely to be respectful and hard-working for me. While I did have to discipline them, I always wanted them to know that I loved them first. If I spend time showing my sons that I love them and that our relationship comes first, they are much more willing to listen when we have to discuss the truth of their choices. Grace and love before truth.
Ephesians 4:26 tells us, “In your anger, do not sin. Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry.” This was one of the very first verses Little Man and I memorized together and it will be one of the very first verses I do with Baby Boy. You can find our memory verse cards over at Mommy & Her Men. I tried desperately hard to tell him that it was okay to be upset, but that it was never okay to be mean because we are upset. This is, by far, the main thing I have to ask forgiveness for from both my son and from God.
In that quiet moment with the Lord, He reminded me that every single time I have had to go ask for forgiveness from Him, He offered grace and love. Always. The truth was there, but I know before anything else that He loves me. I want that for my boys.
In every act of defiance, in every unkind word spoken in anger, in every disobedience… I love them. There is nothing they can do to change that.
As part of our “Breakfast with the Bible” study over the Fruits of the Spirit, we talked about love.
Because He loves us, we can then love others. One of our goals as parents is to raise children who know they are loved. That doesn’t happen when we’re constantly telling them no or getting onto them for stepping across some line that we set. We love through actions. We love through our words. We love because we had the best model, Jesus.
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If we are the models our children are looking at during their time on this earth, are we showing them how to love and love well?
So what does this look like?
Well, for me, it looks like a hug. Instead of pushing my son away when he’s being a little *difficult*, I want to pull him to me. I want the first words out of my mouth to be loving and kind. I never want him to doubt my love for a moment. It may end up resulting in a delayed consequence, if appropriate. It may look like forgiving and forgetting. What I’ve learned though, is that God is an excellent matchmaker. He pairs moms and children perfectly.
No other mama can do the same job for your kiddo.
And no other kiddo can teach you how to be the mama God’s calling you to be.
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