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30 Days to Enjoying Your Children More: Perspective {Day 2}

New to the series? Find Day 1 here.

These are the peanut butter and jam-filled days, when young children fill your home and occupy your time.  There are sticky fingers and sticky floors and sticky jam in your hair.  But there are also sandwiches that taste like warm summer berries and sunshine, and you can spread out your blanket and stay awhile, if you want.

It’s all a matter of perspective.

Either you can get bogged down in the sticky mess of smeared jam or you can taste the sweetness of the berries.  It’s just that simple.  Perspective is the way you view your circumstances, and perspective has a lot to do with whether you enjoy your children—or not.

Some days, when my eyes are on my to-do list and my mind is filled with thoughts of how much happier I’d be if my circumstances changed, the inconveniences of motherhood get to me.  I think about my idealized, glossy-magazine view of motherhood (which has never materialized), and I wonder if I have been cheated, somehow.  Surely, it has to be better than this.

On those selfish, bitter days, I do not enjoy my children.  It’s hard to enjoy them when secretly, in the depths of my heart, I view the circumstances of motherhood as an obstacle to More Important Stuff.  The toddler’s tantrums keep me from getting More Important Stuff done.  The Princess who unpacks her entire dresser looking for the tutu that was in the wash destroys the More Important Stuff I’ve already done.  The twins’ fighting over a toy prevents me from carrying on a phone conversation with the More Important Person and the endlessly misplaced shoes keep me from getting to More Important Places on time.

From this perspective, it seems the whole of motherhood is an obstacle to my happiness: one big, sticky, jam-filled obstacle.

But other days, I remember that my goal in life is not to be happy.  Or organized.  Or on time.  It is to be holy.  To that end, God has orchestrated every circumstance of every day for my own good, to draw me nearer to Himself and to change me into His likeness.  Every circumstance has my refinement in mind, even motherhood.  Especially motherhood.

Because it is in motherhood that I have the opportunity not only to be like Christ, but to demonstrate Christ to my children.  Day after day, under this roof with these children, I have the opportunity to be Jesus passing out the leftovers, Jesus holding babies and breaking up arguments, Jesus washing stinky feet, Jesus who is never too busy to be touched, never too busy to be needed.  I even have the opportunity to be Jesus, filled with power and overcoming this world of spilled milk and spaghetti stains, if I let him.

From this perspective, there are no obstacles.  There is nothing mundane, nothing insignificant, nothing lost.  There is nothing beneath me than was farther beneath Christ.  If I stoop at all, it is to stoop to be where He is, down in the dirt struggling with the dailyness of the cross.  It changes how I look at my circumstances.  It changes me.

When I understand that I can show Christ more by wiping sticky jam off sticky faces than I ever could by living a glossy mothering magazine life, I find contentment.   I find joy, and I am able to enjoy my children.  They are not inconveniences or obstacles to my happiness.  They are a daily opportunity for   me to clothe the Word of God in flesh—my flesh.  They are a daily opportunity for me to rise above my circumstances and live out in real actions—my actions—what love really is.

It’s all a matter of perspective.

Hello, Mom!  My name is Opportunity.

 

For further thought

1)      How does the humility of Christ transform your view of your circumstances?  Read Philippians 2:1-16.

2)      Can God be more glorified in the humble acts of motherhood than in the perfectionism we seek?  Consider 2 Corinthians 4:5-18 as it applies to the ministry of motherhood.  How would your home change if you considered every circumstance of every day as an opportunity to clothe the truth of God in your flesh?

3)      As you go about your day today, may you be strengthened by this prayer of the apostle Paul, which is also my prayer for you: “[May] you  be filled with the knowledge of His will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding, so that you will walk in a manner worthy of the Lord, to please Him in all respects, bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; strengthened with all power, according to His glorious might, for the attaining of all steadfastness and patience; joyously giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified us to share in the inheritance of the saints in Light.” –Colossians 1:9b-12

 

Please join us tomorrow for Day 3: Priorities. 

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30 Days to Enjoying Your Children More: Foolishness {Day 1}

When I am old, I will be the kind of woman who smiles at young mothers and tells them to enjoy their babies.  I will tell them to hug their children tight, laugh more, and worry less.  I will not forget that parenting is hard, and I will not be so foolish as to tell a mother with a screaming two-year-old that she will miss these days.

But when I am old, I will remember that I did not always enjoy my children, and I will wish I had.  I will remember that some days, I thought it was enough that my children were loved.  It was enough that they were cared for.  It was enough that we made it through the day and I had not yet been committed to an asylum.

I will remember that in my heart, I was jealous of my husband who could walk in the door from work and wrestle children without any thought to whether they’d be too wound up to go to sleep.  I was envious of the grandmas and great-aunts and darling old neighbors who could simply be with my children without any thought to what had to be done.

I will remember that I acted as if enjoying my children was a nice “extra.”  But it wasn’t always as important as the laundry.

When I am old, I will have learned that enjoying my children is not an extra.  It is essential.  It is transformative.  It is powerful, and it cannot wait until they are older and it is easier.

Still, I have been a young mother, and I know that words like this from an old woman are not always welcome.  A young mother will think it is hard enough to keep up with all the demands of motherhood without having to like it, too.  It is hard enough to get through some days without completely losing it; the idea of enjoying the children in the midst of the mess is unfathomable.

But when I am old, I will have learned that this is exactly the point.  Anyone can enjoy her children when it is easy.  Anyone can smile when the family photos are being snapped.  I certainly did that much.  But to enjoy a child who is cold and distant, who can never seem to obey, or who just makes the messes messier…that is foolishness.

It is a foolishness that captures the hearts of our children and breathes the aroma of Christ into our homes.  It is a foolishness that gives real hands and feet to love and chases insecurities away.  It is a foolishness that raises motherhood from an out-of-fashion role to a means by which the world can see the very image of God.

There is something other-worldly beautiful about a mother who delights in her children.  It smacks of the self-sacrifice and unconditional love we hear so much about but rarely see.  In that simple, flesh-defying act of enjoying her children, a mother demonstrates the very heart of God for His own.

It is hard.  It is foolish.  It is glorious.

When I am an old woman, I will remember that I didn’t always enjoy my children the way I should have.  But by the grace of God, I learned.

This is the introduction to our new series, 30 Days to Enjoying Your Children More.  Please join us tomorrow as we jump into the practical side of enjoying your children more.  Coming up, Day 2: Perspective.

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Don’t Rush the Season

Beauty in the season

It is October, which means my son has been working on his Christmas list for a few weeks already.  He began the rough draft on April 12, when the buzz from the birthday cake wore off and he realized he still didn’t own a BB gun or a boa constrictor.

“Jonathan,” I said to him when he presented me with his working list, “it’s only October.  There are pumpkins and leaf piles to enjoy, and you’re thinking about Christmas!  Don’t rush the season.”

But at eight years old, it’s hard to be happy with pumpkins when Christmas is just around the corner.   In fact, it’s hard to be eight when it would be much neater to be ten.  It’s hard to be content with riding bikes and shooting Nerf guns when it would be so much more awesome to drive a car and shoot a rifle.

It is in our nature to be discontent with where we are, and ever to wander ahead of where we should be.  In our striving to be somewhere we are not, we trade the beauty of the moment for a restless kind of rushing toward a place that may very well come, soon enough.

I have made the same mistake in my journey as a mother, more times than I care to admit.  It seemed I was always pressing hard toward the next stage.  I longed for my newborn to sleep through the night, for my six-month-old to sit up on her own, for my one-year-old to feed himself.  I longed for my husband to have a stable job and or our income to be sufficient for our needs.  I longed for a home I could call mine, and for the freedom that came with having older children.

I wish someone had told me, Don’t rush the season.

Maybe then I wouldn’t have struggled to potty-train a child who seemed to be ready, but wasn’t.  I would not have attempted to take newborn twins on a family vacation.  I would not have missed the blessings in the lean times or refused to grow in the places where God had so obviously placed me.  I would not have been jealous of a season that had not yet come.

Everything is beautiful in its time

Every season has a beauty and a difficulty all its own.  It is not always easy to walk through a valley of longing or grief.  Most of us do not relish the uncertain times when jobs are lost or children are ill.  We might struggle against the endless afternoons when our children are small and not easily occupied and it seems like we are wasting ourselves on the mundane tasks of changing diapers and sweeping up Cheerios.

But even the difficult seasons serve a purpose.  When my husband and I were in seminary, we were dead broke.  It was Christmas, and the only presents I could afford were those from a little shop on campus where students could give away unwanted items for other students to take.  I had found some free toys and books for our daughter and wrapped them up.  Even though she was not old enough to care, it grieved my heart that I could not give her a real gift.  I worried about how we were going to pay our rent and felt guilty every time I bought groceries.

One day, when I was feeling particularly pouty because I had to take an extra cleaning job in order to make ends meet, we came home to find an envelope stuffed under our apartment door.  It contained $200 in cash.  Tears of gratitude and shame filled my eyes.  I knew this was a season of growth, but I had been too busy complaining to be concerned about growth.  I had been too busy longing for what we did not yet have to realize that we had something now that we would never have again.

At no other season in my life could $200 mean so much to me.  At no other season in my life could I learn humility and gratitude from having to give used gifts as presents.   At no other season in my life could I have nothing and everything all at once.

If I had gotten my way, I would have missed it.  If I had gotten my way, I would have pushed passed the struggle in my desire to get to the easier years to come.  That envelope was like the voice of God shouting at me, Don’t rush the season.

A time for every purpose under heaven

Our family has come to another season of uncertainty.  We do not know where the path will lead.  After December 15th, when my husband’s military orders end, we will be without full-time employment.  It is scary, to be sure, but I have found a certain rest and contentment in this period of waiting and trusting.  I am not always patient.  Sometimes, I worry and long for answers.

But by God’s grace, I have also been able to see the beauty in this season.  This is the hard place that lets us see the hand of God.  This is the place where doors open, not because I pushed, but because He turned the handle.  When it is over, I will be thankful.  But for now, I am appreciating the purpose and significance  of this time.

This time, I am not rushing the season.

 

“There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven—

A time to give birth and a time to die;

A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.

A time to kill and a time to heal;

A time to tear down and a time to build up.

A time to weep and a time to laugh;

A time to mourn and a time to dance.

A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;

A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.

A time to search and a time to give up as lost;

A time to keep and a time to throw away.

A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;

A time to be silent and a time to speak.

A time to love and a time to hate;

A time for war and a time for peace…He has made everything appropriate in its time.”  Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, 11a

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