I bought some coleslaw from Chick-fil-A and stuck it in the fridge to try later. As I was getting it out, the lid popped off and the slaw went all over the floor and my feet. My frustrated reply: Gaaaaaaaaah! That day, Mae would run around the house playfully screaming, "gaaaah. gaaaaaaah" in a raspy voice.
Your children will see the way you act in different situations and what words will come out of your mouth, good or bad. It's inevitable. Recently, at twenty one months, Mae has been repeating what we say and do. She may not always understand our joy, frustration or impatience that goes along with our words, but she will always see how we react. No pressure...
|Did you just say that out loud?|
Some questions Tod and I ask ourselves:
Do I do and say things with a joyful attitude?
Am I disciplining out of anger?
Am I being selfish?
Do I pray that my children would learn to be humble, meek and teachable?
Do I ask God for patience and kindness daily, so it's seen by our children on a daily basis?
Do I have the "I've been jipped" attitude?
We are far from perfect, but we constantly strive for holiness in the way we parent. I can be professionally selfish or impatient. There are times when I just want to watch my recorded episodes of Project Runway or have an uninterrupted errand day. I don't trust that God will give me rest or provision, so it results in an emotional mess. In this season of my life, God has been teaching me a lot about patience and grace and the importance of discipline. How I act will always be proof of what's in my heart. Maevri will learn from our good and bad attitudes, but we must always rejoice in the small achievements.
Mae is a joyful, smart and loving girl who gives us all kisses, hugs and swats. She loves on her brother, when she's not straddling him or poking his eyes. She says "please" and "thank you" with a smile on her face most days. She says "no" at one point or another most days too. In time, she will be influencing how Deacon acts. Her heart is still far from understanding grace through Christ, but we rejoice in the baby steps, right? We haven't even hit the teenage years...