My daughter, Hope, is a senior this year. And she decided her senior year should be adventurous and a little out of the “normal” box. A lot out of the box actually.
She withdrew from traditional school. Applied with the state to homeschool. Enrolled in on-line college courses that would allow her to get both high school and college credit simultaneously. And planned to spend the month of January serving in Nicaragua doing missions.
This didn’t surprise me really. Because Hope has always liked charting her own course.
When she was really little I was scared to death I was the world’s worst mom, because Hope was never one to be contained. And I honestly thought all her extra tenacity was a sign of my poor mothering.
One day I took her to the mall to meet several of my friends with toddlers to grab lunch. All of their kids sat quietly eating cheerios in their strollers. They shined their halos and quoted Bible verses and used tissues to wipe their snot.
Not Hope.
She was infuriated by my insistence she stay in her stroller. So, when I turned away for a split second to place our lunch order, she wiggled free. She stripped off all her clothes. She ran across the food court. And jumped in the fountain in the center of the mall.
Really nothing makes the mother of a toddler feel more incapable than seeing her naked child splashing in the mall fountain. Except maybe that toddler refusing to get out and said mother having to also get into the fountain.
I cried all the way home.
Not because of what she’d done that day. But rather because of how she was everyday. So determined. So independent. So insistent.
I would beg God to show me how to raise a good child. One that stayed in her stroller. One that other people would comment about how wonderfully behaved she was. One that made me look good.
But God seemed so slow to answer those prayers. So, over the years, I changed my prayer. ”God help me to raise Hope to be who you want her to be.” Emphasis on, “God HELP ME!”
I think I changed my prayers for her because God started to change my heart. I started sensing He had a different plan in mind for my mothering of Hope.
Maybe God’s goal wasn’t for me to raise a good rule following child. God’s goal was for me to raise a God-following adult. An adult just determined and independent and insistent enough to fulfill a purpose He had in mind all along.
I don’t know what mama needs to hear this today. But let me encourage you from the bottom of my heart with 3 simple mothering perspectives you must hang on to:
1. Don’t take too much credit for their good.
2. Don’t take too much credit for their bad.
3. Don’t try to raise a good child. Raise a God-following adult.
And all the mamas of fountain dancing children said, “Amen!”
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LOL. I am going to let my mom read this. She can feel your pain. I am now 20, however I fought my mom every step of the way. Like your daughter I was DETERMINED and DETERMINED to do exactly what I wanted. There were times where she thought I wouldn’t graduate or anything. She prayed just like you. And honestly the only reason I did graduate was because she told me “if you dont graduate yo won’t live here” then on graduation day she eold me “I didn’t mean that, I just knew you could do it and if you didn’t would regret it. You don’t know how afraid I was when you turned 16 that you would drop out so that was my only alternative” lol. She has been with me through so much. I also wiggled out of strollers and even got lost a few times. She could definitely relate to this. I love my mom and have a great appreciation for her.
Wow. I could have really used that when I was raising my now 20-year-old. She’s been headstrong and stubborn since she sat for three hours on her bed… like a statue, mind you… before she would offer {grudgingly} an apology. She’s Type A to the infinity power, a planner, and basically lives life on a mission. Thankfully, Jesus is at the center of her being {for the most part} and I’m immensely proud of the person she is. But it was not without some teeth clenching and head butting. But isn’t that what parenting is all about? You give great advice and encouragement.
And the story about the mall fountain? PRICELESS!
Thanks for the bit of encouragement! I have a son very much like this! Too much energy and strong will to make me look good! Thanks for giving me a new outlook.