Many mothers have a large gap between their oldest and youngest child, but often have other children filling in that middle. I, on the other hand, have a crisp, clean 10-year gap between my oldest twin daughters and our youngest son.
So maybe you can understand why raising my son feels like I am starting over.
Today I am sharing a little something I have noticed and I want to do better this time around.
My adult daughters correct their younger brother…a lot. Their corrections are appropriate, in alignment with our family values, and are certainly steering him toward the kind of adult I hope he turns out to be.
But in the dark of night, when it’s just me and my pillow, I wonder. Is all the correction a reflection of how I raised them?
My adult children launched into their adult world from the “diving board” I built for them.
I may be the person who taught them to correct.. because I am the one who corrected them.
My heart was in a great place for their entire childhood. I was trying hard to raise kids that honored God and loved Him with their whole heart.
Trying is the operative word.
I am realizing that I may have tried too hard. Enjoyed too little. Modeled too little.
Jesus promised that if we abide in Him, we will bear much fruit (John 15:5). Please notice our goal is to abide in Christ, not to bear fruit.
I wish I had relaxed more and made my #1 parenting goal to abide in Christ and let Him change my kids.
Parents model. God produces the change.
I need to tweak that on go-around #2.
Lord Jesus, make me a better parent for this boy every day that I live.
Picture Explanation: The son that gets my second try. Out there today in crisp winter air having fun.
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