Better late than never. Happy MLK Day!!
Let’s jump right in.
Today’s blog is for the mothers out there. Not the “I have it all together” mothers. This is for the, “sometimes I lose my ish,” mothers.
This weekend I opened my mouth, and my mother came out. Literally. Not the sweet caring portion of my mother, that everyone knows. I’m talking about the part of my mother that I didn’t like growing up.
Now if we can all be honest, there are parts of our parents that we didn’t like. Parts of them, we didn’t completely understand, heck couldn’t completely understand, until we became parents.
Maybe not everyone has this experience but a few people I know do.
Anyway back on subject.
The yelling. The yelling was the part of my mother that drove me up a wall. I can recall being on edge because “here she goes again.” Now let me say this, I acknowledge that my sister and I could be a bit much but, we could’ve done without all the yelling.
Back to me. Picture this, busy morning, infant crying, big kid running around, and my preteen dragging his feet to do what I’ve asked. Several times might I add. At some point, I opened my mouth, and my mother came out.
That’s right. I yelled. Not any curse words, but I definitely raised my voice because obviously I’d lost my patience. And before you serious Sally’s- with and without -kids, try to tell me you’ve never lost your cool, save your time and mine. Exit stage left.
I yelled for my son to come down and we talked and he stomped away. So I called him back, because if there’s a problem; let me know.
And. Boy. Did. He.
It went like this:
ME: “Son you’re stomping away, is there a problem?”
ME: “It’s ok, you can tell me.”
HIM: “It’s just that you keep yelling at me.”
ME: *When I realized my mom had just come out of me *
I immediately apologized and thanked him for being honest about what he was feeling. We hugged and he felt better.
I was sooooooo proud of him for expressing himself. But me, I. Felt. Horrible! I didn’t even realize I had been yelling at my kid. That was the worst part. I immediately texted my friend, and explained the whole situation.
I told her it was crazy. She said “No, it’s biblical.” She reminded me of Proverbs 22:6.
“Train up a child in the way he should go [and in keeping with his individual gift or bent], and when he is old he will not depart from it. [Eph. 6:4; II Tim. 3:15.]”
Proverbs 22:6 AMPC
So then of course I was like:
Because I’ve heard that scripture a thousand times. And it seems I only think of it in the manner in which, I’m teaching them the good things. I never thought about it in the manner of the bad things they may pick up, and stick to them.
I mean of course is obvious, but Sheesh. Sometimes you just need the revelation.
Not only do we grasp the good things our parents did, but the not so good things too. It really made me give a second thought about everything I knew about parenting.
With each day we learn something new. As we teach our children, they teach us too. After all, just because we’re adults it doesn’t mean we have it all figured out.
Until next week.