After a couple of sweet comments from friends about my children (ones that brought tears to my eyes) I thought, my children are not my own. They are God’s, and He’s entrusted them to me. As a mom, I feel the weight of getting it right. This is my only chance to raise my children well. The time is now!
Do you ever feel the weight of that responsibility?
I screw up all the time. I throw temper tantrums. I say things I shouldn’t. I’ve been known to wear and watch things I shouldn’t. I admit the more I fall in love with God and the closer I walk with Him, the more these things change. But just saying… I’ve been known to.
So I was thinking…How could I do it better?
I want to teach them the things of God without it being like a boring Sunday School lesson. We have routine Bible time. But since my babes were old enough to talk, I’ve prayed with them and talked about God and His word in the day-to-day ins and outs. We try to incorporate Jesus into everyday life and normal conversations. After all, He is in the everyday, we just have to develop spiritual eyes and ears to see and hear Him, right?
Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds; tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Deuteronomy 11:18-19
One thought led to another, like what about these girlie conversations I’ve had to have with my Haley girl lately?
I wonder if I’m doing it right. I’ve always wanted the dialog about her body changing, puberty, sex and so on to be open between us. I never wanted to have that one weird, icky, uncomfortable conversation with her. So I’ve fought to keep conversations open and easy. Haley knows with her mama it’s always going to be tasteful but fairly matter of fact. That’s just me!
I’m reminded of how quickly time is passing when she tries on my shoes. For so many years she would get in my closet and flop around the house in oversized shoes. Now she asks to wear them. She can borrow them (well my flats anyway) because they actually fit!
She wears them well… my attitudes, actions, thoughts, and ideas. She soaks me in like a sponge. She wants to be like me. So, she chooses to walk in my shoes!
Things are caught not taught.
I heard a pastor say that once, and it stuck. Whether we’re moms, older sisters, aunts, or grandmas, we have a responsibility to live what we expect our girls to live. That do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do way of thinking has to go. Children will mimic what they see being lived out before them. We can teach with words until we’re blue in the face, but they will do what they’ve caught us doing.
Want a girl with modesty? Be modest.
Want her to know her value? Know yours.
Want her to demonstrate confidence? Be confident (Self-confidence will only go so far, so remember to be GOD-confident).
Want her to value others? Demonstrate the importance of relationships by loving and forgiving well.
What will it look like when she walks in your shoes?