The Grace to Be A Mom To Three Wonderful Kids
I look at my kids some days and think, you just wait till you have your own kids. They constantly inform me that they will NEVER have kids of their own. Yeah, yeah, we all use to think the same thing too, that we would never have kids either. But, now I have three kids of my own. I have 15 year old daughter, who will be 16 soon. She is so ready to spread her wings and try to fly. I also have an 8 year old daughter who is very spunky and stubborn (just like her mom). Finally, I have a 5 year old son, who is a crazy man.
Everyday there seems to be something going on with one of the kids. My 15 year old might be mad at the mean girls at school who constantly gossip. My 8 year old, might be grumpy and want to challenge you on everything. Finally, my 5 year will have days where he has a melt down if you just look at him. So with those trials and tribulations, brings thoughts of, WOW!! How did my parents survive having 4 wild kids???
My Childhood of Letting Loose
My childhood was pretty good for the most part. I had 2 brothers and two sisters. I was the oldest middle child, with one older brother and one younger brother. I also had two younger sisters. We use to fight like cats and dogs. And I mean fight. Fists, feet, mouths, heads you name it, we used it. I remember throwing a snowball right at my younger brothers face and hitting him. Bulls-eye!!! Then, the biggest nose bleed took place. After about an hour, it started to slow down. I remember running on the roof and throwing water balloons at each other. We would constantly scare each other, or pour buckets of ice water on one of our siblings, while they were in the shower. Whatever we could do, to make the other person mad, was our idea of a good time.
Then there was my dad. He owned his own business and coached or helped coach each of our teams. He was a very busy man to say the least. I do not know how many times he would come home and we wouldn’t have our sporting gear ready for practice, or we would be fighting. There were many of days where we were getting in trouble for our behavior. Even though we deserved ever spanking, scolding, arm holding, door kicking accident that ever happened. How my dad did it with 4 kids, I will never know???
My Kids and My Pet Peeves
Now, as I find myself watching my kids misbehave (as adults would call it), I just smile sometimes, because things are happening to me the same way that they happened to my dad and mom. When my kids wrestle, or call each other names, do things just to make the other one mad, I just know that God is paying me back for everything that I did to my parents. It’s even scarier when my middle child looks and acts just like I did.
Oh, how God can play funny tricks, in knowing that we need a little taste of our own medicine to truly appreciate the job that our own parents had to undertake, when they raised us. When I call my mom and tell her about the fit that my teenager just had, she laughs and says, “Do you remember when you use to do that?” Which I want to reply, “I would never do that?” But I always hold my tongue, because most likely I did act like that. Or when I talk with my dad about how my middle child will not listen to a single thing that I say. He comes right back with a smile, letting me know, he too has been there before.
God’s Design in All of This
“It is he who reveals the profound and hidden things…” (Daniel 2:22)
How true, this Bible verse has become for me. I wouldn’t have ever been able to see the laughter in all of my kids rantings and ravings, if God didn’t give me the funniest insight. God already knew what kind of temperament my kids would have, even before they were born. He knew that they were meant for me and I for them. He sees all things before we even get a glimpse of what is going on.
As I sit here and type this blog, I say a silent prayer for my parents. I pray, that their grey hair is not because of us crazy kids. That there physical ailments were not caused from us scaring them when they came home everyday, or the rubber band on the sprayer, trick. But, all the laugh lines that they have on their faces, must be from how silly we were. How worn their hands are, must be from all the times that we played wiffle ball, basketball, football, swam in the pool, played hide-n-seek, or just wrestled in the living room. The kindness and patience that they show my kids, must have come from us, making them have patience. And their warm hugs are from years of holding us after we fell and scraped our knees, or the time when all of us lost an important game and were in tears.
So, I know that with the bad times also comes the good. That I am not only the one teaching my kids, but that they are helping me to become a better person everyday. Thank you God, for showing me that you gave me the kids that I have for just a reason as this. That without them, I would not have the wonderful laugh lines that are forming, the best hugs ever, hands that are worn from playing and kindness and patience when needed. I know that I still have a long way to go, in truly appreciating everything that my kids give to me, but I will keep looking up and smiling, knowing that as they grow, so will I.