I guess that's not a great title for a blog post? Or maybe it is. At any rate, with the small boy headed off to school with huge long suffering sighs (and wearing only one shoe), dragging his lip and bag behind him, the week has started. With a search for the beansprout's missing school shoe (see a theme here?) which turned out to be under the heap of clothes she carefully shoved into the bottom of her cupboard. "But Moooo-ooom, I can't find my shoe ANYWHERE...."
Did we do this to my parents? Complain, whine, shout, scream, huff, sigh, roll eyes? I seem to remember that we just got on with life and this kind of behaviour simply got walloped out of us. Now I know that whacking it out of your kids is taboo, but a small part of me could sometimes subscribe to... wine, I was going to say, wine! :)
Reading through Lisa Whelchel's book on Creative Correction, I was reminded last night that it all comes down to the heart. And let's be real, our hearts are icky with attitude, me-itis, greed, selfishness, anger, frustration, entitlement and pride. Mine too. Oh boy, especially mine! Aren't parents meant to have dealt with these attitudes before they have kids? Can I offer up a sigh like Luke's? Or roll my eyes? Or give you "The Look", something that Jessica is perfecting?
Looking back at parents of yesteryear (mine and those of my friends), I don't remember them wanting to explode at us, or shout, or grit their teeth. Maybe they did.
So today, I'll hold up the glass that life offers me, ignore the whine, and admire the colour of the contents against the light. Contents that will mature, that will change colour as they age, and hopefully will be pleasant to the palate when sipped.
In the meantime, God, please give me grace not to stomp on the next "it's not fair" I hear. Perhaps a new "whine-skin" too!
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