Sundays have been reserved for writing about my spiritual journey for several months now. Today is Mother’s Day, so I was faced with a choice: spiritual or sentimental.
Read on and see if you were correct…
I searched my new Quest Bible for scriptures about children and parenting. As soon as I read Ephesians 6:1-3, I knew I’d found my post:
Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. “Honor your father and mother” – which is the first commandment with a promise – that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.
Of course, the first line caught my attention. I need to print this scripture on decorative paper, frame it and prominently display it in my children’s view. If I were craftier, I could embroider the scripture on blankets for them, needlepoint it on their pillowcases, and cross-stitch decorative scrolls to hang opposite their beds to ensure that they see it.
I kept reading Ephesians 6:4:
Fathers, do not exasperate your children; instead, bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord.
And the study text that went with it:
“Paul warns fathers not to create resentment in their children. This usually occurs when parents impose unreasonable demands without concern for the feelings of the children.”
This made me chuckle. Just last night, we asked the kids to unload the dishwasher. They were quite exasperated because they were watching TV. We didn’t particularly care that they were in the middle of iCarly because they have already seen the episode four times. To our kids, the request was seen as unreasonable (how dare they have to work.) I pray that their resentment will fade.
I’m obviously a parent, so now I’m going to share why I love Mother’s Day: the kids make thoughtful gifts (even though I know their teachers forced encouraged them to) and they shower me with extra hugs and kisses.
Any other day of the year, getting a hug is like being in a WWF wrestling match…and I can forget about a kiss.
The exception? When they are sick and germy – they get real snuggly then. I uphold my motherly role and wrap my arms around them, sans face mask and hazmat suit. Yes, when they are sick, I risk my life for them and Mother’s Day is my day of thanks. You think I’m being melodramatic? I don’t exaggerate. Let me tell you about how I walked five miles to school each day in 140-degree heat…(remember, I live in the desert; there is no snow and very few hills.)
I digress. Today, I will give and receive hugs until my arm muscles feel like they can’t flex again. I will soak up their appreciation and allow it to blot out the cumulative frustration of their near-constant bickering. (Because I know that tomorrow, their adoration will not be freely displayed.)
Today, as I am most days, I will be grateful for the beautiful, imperfect gifts that God has given to an equally flawed me: those blessings that are my children.
So, there you have it – my spiritual and sentimental Mother’s Day post. That means everyone was correct (or wrong, for any pessimists out there.) Oh, if you chose “C.,” why are you still reading? Just curious 🙂
What is it that makes you happy today?