I was getting dinner served right before my husband walked through the door, and normally I am yelling from the kitchen to the upstairs….”Jeremiah, walk normal! You don’t need to run all of the time!” “Stay in one spot so that I can easily keep an eye on you!” Him (Monday) “I’m not Jeremiah! I’m SONIC!” Him (Tuesday) “I’m not Jeremiah! I’m SPIDER MAN!” Him (Wednesday) I’m not Jeremiah! I’m BATMAN! So on and so fourth. Me: “Well BATMAN, SPIDER MAN, SONIC (All on different days) stay put!”
While serving dinner, the house became eerily quiet…not normal in a house with a child. Just as I was calling Jeremiah downstairs for dinner, daddy walks in, and my son comes running down the stairs, shirtless and excited. In one hand was my red lipstick…(Yes church folk. I own lipstick and I LOVE playing dress up by myself 😀 ) His head, hands and arms were covered in the “retro red”. Before I could even ask; “Mommy! Daddy! You gotta see this! I painted my car RED!”
My husband saw this just walking into the door from work, and I whispered to him….”Don’t be mad at him.” Daddy politely picked him up and gave him a hug and said; “Papi, don’t mess with Mommy’s stuff. We gotta clean you up.” I think we both are learning how to look through the messes…literally and metaphorically, that lead to what our child feels highly accomplished about, and we are trying to give him commendation for those things that make him feel like a little BIG man. It is not always easy and we fail at it often, but we continue to press forward with our mistakes with raising our child.
Rather than getting upset, Daddy transferred his disciplinary energy into picking up our husky 5 year old over his head and reaching him up to the ceiling to touch it..”like a superhero.” So through shrills of giggles, all 3 of us were able to redirect our attention to dinner, and get back to the newly painted car…..afterwards. I already knew that there was going to be a red mess in the bathroom and I did not feel like dealing with it right away. As parents, I felt like we handled that like pros. Everyone walked away smiling.
As we grow in our parenting, we are learning where we often fail and succeed the most. Although we do not want to focus on the negative, we do, in order to see how and in what ways we can correct our parenting. The greatest way is through our prayers. I ask God for His wisdom and insight as well as the patience to remember that I was his age once.
I was like a wild bird flapping my wings around in my mom’s hair………at “3”. If I could manage to get the family kicked out of the YMCA before I could even pronounce most of my letters correctly, and my mother kept on being my greatest advocate and encourager….I can cut my kid some slack for giving his toy sports car a fresh “lipstick” paint job. 😀
If Jesus can be proud of us, even through our mess, surely we can sift through the mess that our children create, love them and encourage them to keep working at their dreams and goals no matter how messy life gets some times.