“God, please keep my babies safe.” I’ve whispered that prayer several hundred times. It just kinda comes out when I’m dropping my girls (7 and 9) off at school. It’s not planned…it’s probably not even exactly what I want, but it’s what I ask. (that’s a whole different story) I went all summer without even mentioning it, but here it is, first day of drop off, and I’m on my knees begging God to take care of my “babies.”
I’m assuming that there are other moms that feel this way. If not, don’t tell me. I’m not ready to deal with my kids being away from me…much less dealing with the fact that it may be some sort of emotional disorder. 🙂
Bear with me while I process some of my feelings this morning. #dontjudge
My girls have to have some ownership in the things that happen in their days. Good things will happen. Bad things will happen. Example, this year my seven year old (Allison) is in class with her favorite person in the universe. I didn’t ask the principal for it. I didn’t wish for it. I stayed neutral…trusting that life would be just fine either way. She was over the top excited when she found out. It’s the perfect example of a “good thing.” Allison will enjoy her year more because of it. On the other side of that, there are the bad things. When kids are mean to your kids. When adults treat your kids like they are “just kids” instead of humans. When they are embarrassed. When they are not prepared. When you know there’s something wrong, but neither they nor you can put your finger on what the problem is.
My dad told me this when I was young: “I will let people push you around, but the minute someone pushes you into a corner, I’ll kill them…with a smile on my face.” Now, my dad said that to get my (teenage) attention. #hyperbole #dontfreakout He was making a point. I didn’t get it then, but I get it now. There are moments when I call the teacher. There are moments when I stand in the doorway and watch. There are moments when I walk away and beg God to take care of my babies.
For every moment that I get it right, I get ten moments wrong. I’m okay with getting things wrong…but I still have to deal with the consequences. For me, it’s probably the hardest part of parenting-knowing when to watch and pray…versus stepping in for the kill. #again #hyperbole
Parents…especially those with kiddos that are older…what advice would you give about getting directly involved or stepping back…or something in the middle?