Tuesday, September 11, 2012

My Imaginary Psych Degree

I think I missed my calling. I should have gotten a degree in psychology. Then I wouldn't second guess the effects of my parenting skills on my children's psychological well-being.

Do you ever come up with your own theories to understand your children better, or to talk yourself out of parenting a certain way?

 I do.

All the time!

I love these little people so much that I plant myself firmly on the offensive line, making sure that I am running beside them giving them the best opportunity to score big! I am so in awe of their potential to become outstanding men and woman, that I don't want to do or say anything that could send them to the couch in a psychiatrist's office rather than the top notch seat in the Oval office (this is partly in jest, because I really don't care if they become president, but I do care that they stay true to themselves and who God made them to be)!

I guess this is where Grace comes in.

Grace for myself and my flaws.

Grace that God won't let so much touch them that they fall away from Him forever.

Grace that no matter what I do, it's not up to me. I can't earn anything for my kids, I can't make them be what I want them to be.


As always, I pray that my children will cling to the good, and forget the ugly. That when I say something that could win them a feature on Oprah, God will not only take His magic eraser and rub it away, but use His perfect magic marker and write in Truth always!

1 comment:

  1. Beautifully said!! Oh how I wish I could erase some of my parenting moments. Thankfully, God has a way of making beauty from ashes. May our children ultimately know that they are beautifully and wonderfully created no matter what occasionally comes out of our human mouths. Much love to my sister mama in Christ.....