I hate when God turns around my judgement of other towards myself.
Really don't like it all.
Let me explain. Last night, a friend posted on her Facebook that her daughter, who is 6 and adopted 8 months ago and home that very day from a month respite care, was raging in her room because she didn't want the veggies cooked for dinner. I found myself thinking "why on earth would anyone pick a battle with a trauma kid home the first day over food?" I was "high on my horse, holier than thou, don't I know better" mad at my friend (which is horrible - she needs my love, compassion and prayers for crying out loud!).
Fast forward in the car on the way home from physical therapy, Cami asks me "Can I have a Lunchable for lunch?" A side note here - on the RARE occasion I buy these, she only eats the meat & the rest gets tossed out. My response "no" - knowing good & well I have two sitting in the fridge. She got upset, I got upset. The car ride home was quiet and not full of joy.
As I drove in the quiet, I reflected - I just did EXACTLY what I was upset with my friend for doing. I put a silly meal in front of trust and relationship building.
I felt terrible - even though my friend had NO idea what I was thinking last night, I feel like I owe her an apology and need to ask forgiveness. I am so sorry friend.
I dug a bit deeper about why I answered the way I did. I read something yesterday on this blog that really resonated with me
Moms: The onslaught of blogs and social media outlets say "good" moms breast feed, make their own organic foods and never buy microwavable anything...especially dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets..... . The kid's birthday parties are perfectly themed down to the coordinating napkins, streamers and goodie bags. The Christmas card photo is not only flawless but is actually mailed to family and friends by Thanksgiving - a feat in itself. They spend an hour in quiet and prayerful solitude every morning with Jesus, then do their lunges, squats and sit-ups...all before the kids wake up at the crack of dawn. And they homeschool, of course.
And if they're tired, they're weak. If they're anxious, they're unspiritual. If they fail, they're unworthy.
Please, do yourself and your kids a favor - guard your heart against the expectation of these things. These are all good things, but refuse to be defined by them.
My desire to be of the "good" moms outweighed my desire to build trust in my relationship with my kids. It took me out of the moment of "yes" and into the tomorrow of "what if"...
what if....she develops poor eating habits
what if.....she never understands that food costs money and we shouldn't waste
what if....she never appreciates what she has
what if...she never stops talking disrespectfully
what if....she never shares
what if....
what if....
God does NOT desire we live in the "what if" - but in the here and now.
He desires we raise our children as Jesus would - building relationship and trust and not fighting over food.
He requires that we trust Him to help build their long term character.
Mommy fail on my part on all three today (and let's not talk about the fact that before everyone was out of bed this morning I had two of my children in tears over little things).
I also think that this takes a LONG time. Much longer than this impatient and imperfect person is willing to allow it.
I am going to use a crude example here - but I think it best illustrates my point. After a woman is raped, it can take her years before she is ever able to actually enjoy intimacy again. Why then do we feel that a child who has been traumatized by the loss of their birth parents and denial of true love for any amount of time should be "over it" after a few months or years?
(Great read here about how trauma doesn't tell time)
God says his timing is different than ours, so why do I insist on putting my children's healing on my time frame and not his.
He requires that I trust.
I think this whole trust based parenting might be really all about me.
I hate when God turns around my judgement of other towards myself.
Really don't like it all.
But I love that He uses the broken pieces of me to help restore my children with such loving care. I love that He allows me - broken and weary and messy - to raise beauty from the ashes of their lives. I love that He doesn't live in the "what if" with me, but the "right here". Which is a pretty good place most days!