No one told me how HARD it would be to be a mother. But I think deep down, instinctively, I knew. I think all women know.
Lately I've had a hard load to haul. Our eldest is going through some tough times. While my heart goes out to her, it also must remain sane, firm, leveled, rational, mature, and in-tune with the Spirit. I do have two other children that still need me and depend one me daily after all. Ever heard of "tough love"? That is what I'm having to dish out. I hate it. I think it is most definitely the toughest thing a mother has to do.
Without disclosing the particulars, one can only believe The Little Boy That Cried Wolf so many times before your heart becomes numb and stops believing all together. Then it is a long, long road back to trust again. She says "I mean it this time," but how can that be measured while looking through the glass of time (as recently as 24 hours) and hearing the echoes of promises made and broken? One cannot.
The question comes to mind: "How oft shall I forgive? Until seventy times seven?" Yes. What about "forget"? There are some things you cannot forget. At least not until the danger is past. Another question that comes to mind: "What is the difference between "NEVER give up hope" and "never give up HOPE"?" I'm having to learn that one the hard way. The jury is still out on that one, but I think it has something to do with the fact that I should remember that through Christ ALL things are possible, but also they are possible really only when the person involved opens their heart and soul up to Christ and not only INVITES Him to enter, but ALLOWS Him to change their heart. So I should NEVER give up HOPE THROUGH CHRIST, but it's normal, and even OK to give up on "expectations" from the troubled person, while completely leaving them in the Lord's hands, and trusting His timing and omnipotence.
The Lord sends these precious, valiant Spirits to us, to raise, nurture, guide, teach, love, and show them the way back to Him. He entrusted US with this child for very specific reasons. When does it stop being "I'm not giving up hope, and I will always do what I can to help my child!" and when does it start being "she's taking advantage of the love, the situation, the help, and has no true intention of changing the heart"? When is the right moment to allow the Prodigal to LEAVE the home? The father of the Prodigal did not KEEP his son home after so much evidence that the son WANTED to lead a different life. He did not allow the son home, either, UNTIL the son was truly repentant and prepared to change his heart. As a parent, I have found that it is not easy to know where that fine line is drawn in the sand. And my heart wants to skip ahead to the part where the Prodigal returns and I can joyfully embrace that child in my arms, and shed tears of joy, for my child that was once lost, is found again. But if I did that, it would thwart the entire process.
And so I pray. I talk with my eternal companion. I study the scriptures. I listen to the Spirit's whispers. And I watch to see the "fruit" that falls from this child's "tree". That is the best I can do. It is the best anyone can do. Then I hold to my faith. That same faith that has proved me herewith. That same faith that has carried me through the valleys of the shadows of death so many times. That same faith that has shone and lit the way for me as a beacon upon the open seas as the storms of life have come crashing down around me. That same faith that is like an old, comfortable friend of mine.
Tonight, the "tough love" experiences have begun with our youngest.
It's funny, at this age. She is deathly afraid of "bugs." She saw some ants in the girl's bathroom about 2 years ago. Since that time, she has refused to shower or go potty in there. Wow. Really? (I say that so easily, because I'm not 9 years old, and I'm not afraid of bugs.) Well, recently we have had a problem with Carpenter Ants in the Master Bedroom. You can see some of the ant "droppings" (bug parts) on the carpet, next to the wall, by the bathroom door. (I'm waiting for Bob to get home so he and Jonathan can "fix" this problem). So, she refused to go in the bathroom tonight, even though she had to potty really badly. I decided to try to "lovingly" coerce her into going potty alone... "so she can learn". So I played tough. For AN HOUR AND A HALF!!!
After 1.5 hours of crying, tears, buggers, and "talks", she wrote me anote and brought it in. Mind you, by this time she had "held" it so long, that she no longer needed to go!!!
Her note read (and I type in original spelling)" "Mama you dont noe haw sorey I am. But I cant go to the bathroom witawt you. I'm so so so so sory"
My heart softens and breaks for this valinat little girl. I'm trying to teach her something that she needs to learn. But here gain - where is that fine land in the sand? When is it the right time FOR HER to "learn" this "lesson"? For some kids it's when they are 2 years old. For others when they are 5, and yet others when they are 10. Maybe even later. Maybe never.
This is when my memory goes back in time and remembers the greatest piece of parenting advice I think I have ever received. It came from my dear friend's mother. This sweet lady had 9 children. ALL of them are wonderful, righteous men and women today. NONE of them had "issues" with sex, drugs, alcohol, or anything other "bad" thing. They're not perfect, but they are above average on the "good kid" scale. So I asked her: "How did you do it?" Her answer was that it was more a process of elimination rather than a process of "choosing". They didn't know too well what they wanted to teach their kids when they first started out, but they certainly knew what they did NOT want their children to learn. But by far the most important thing is to remember that YOU are called upon by GOD to raise this child. YOU, and ONLY YOU (and your husband) have the Divine authority to receive revelation and inspiration with regard to this child. NO EXPERT will ever know better than YOU what this child will need if you follow the Lord's guidance. The Holy Ghost will tell you the truth of ALL things - especially where your child is concerned. Do not listen to the experts. Listen to the Spirit.
I have. And it has proven INVALUABLE to me. So... why do I still find it hard to remember that sometimes? Why do I find it hard to DO? Perhaps because I am still human and this carnal nature of mine wants to take over and have complete control over situations. But I have to do what I can to remember that I am not the one in control. God is.
So, I turn to Him. I rely on Him. I trust in Him. Wholly.
I LOVE our children. It HURTS SO MUCH to have a child turn from everything you know to be true and right, and to passively-aggressively and purposely do the opposite due to enmity toward you. All because they made wrong choices years ago, and those choices have now led them to a place a misery, un-trustworthyness, pride, and enmity. It is SO CLEAR for Bob and me to "see" the path that has led her to where she is. SO CLEAR to "see" WHY she is filled with enmity, confusion, anger, frustration, anxiety, loneliness, and self-doubt. And it is SO EASY to see the path that she needs to take to get back to safety, peace, and true joy. But it is nigh impossible to describe it all to that child. Especially as they are filled with all those negative emotions and thoughts.
Satan truly is wise, patient, and sneaky. He can wait for generations, before biting his victims.
But the Lord is greater still. And the Power of His Holy Priesthood will reign supreme. And I, for one, am eternally THANKFUL that His one true Gospel is in my life, shinning that beacon on my path and lighting the way to a brighter tomorrow.
Whether or not our children end up living their lives as we have taught them, will have to be up to them. This is a lesson I have been learning and internalizing the past four years. Believe me, it is a hard lesson to swallow. I am finally beginning to see the reality that the "real" relationship here is the one between my dear, sweet husband and me. Not the one with our children or extended families. I don't mean to say that those relationships don't matter. Of course they do. But the ONE relationship (aside from my relationship with God) that will matter most in Eternity, is the one I have with Bob. Nothing should be allowed to damage that relationship, not even our relationships with our children. For one day those children will be gone and living their own "Eternal" relationships with their own spouses, and the two people left in our home will be just that: Bob and me. No one else. The time will be gone when we can raise and teach and train our children.
For our eldest that time is almost past. At almost 21 years old she has been taught and is now NEEDING to be away from the "nest" and flying on her own. She must make her own decisions, and live with her own consequences, without interference from me and without my "reminders" that the path she is on is not the right one.
Perhaps for her, sadly, the wrong path might be the needed path - at least for a while. I would pray not. But I must trust that the Lord will watch over her much better than I ever could, and if HE is able to "let her go", then certainly I must too.
This is the lesson I have learned in the past 24 hours. I must let her go.
It will be the hardest thing I've ever done in my earthly life. No question about that.
As for our youngest - some pest control, vacuuming, and TLC will do the trick for now. But I wonder: "what awaits down the road for her in 10 more, short, years?"
At times like these, I like to listen to this song by Michael McLean. It's titled "Which Part Is Mine?" You can LISTEN HERE - and you can read the LYRICS HERE.
Lately I've had a hard load to haul. Our eldest is going through some tough times. While my heart goes out to her, it also must remain sane, firm, leveled, rational, mature, and in-tune with the Spirit. I do have two other children that still need me and depend one me daily after all. Ever heard of "tough love"? That is what I'm having to dish out. I hate it. I think it is most definitely the toughest thing a mother has to do.
Without disclosing the particulars, one can only believe The Little Boy That Cried Wolf so many times before your heart becomes numb and stops believing all together. Then it is a long, long road back to trust again. She says "I mean it this time," but how can that be measured while looking through the glass of time (as recently as 24 hours) and hearing the echoes of promises made and broken? One cannot.
The question comes to mind: "How oft shall I forgive? Until seventy times seven?" Yes. What about "forget"? There are some things you cannot forget. At least not until the danger is past. Another question that comes to mind: "What is the difference between "NEVER give up hope" and "never give up HOPE"?" I'm having to learn that one the hard way. The jury is still out on that one, but I think it has something to do with the fact that I should remember that through Christ ALL things are possible, but also they are possible really only when the person involved opens their heart and soul up to Christ and not only INVITES Him to enter, but ALLOWS Him to change their heart. So I should NEVER give up HOPE THROUGH CHRIST, but it's normal, and even OK to give up on "expectations" from the troubled person, while completely leaving them in the Lord's hands, and trusting His timing and omnipotence.
The Lord sends these precious, valiant Spirits to us, to raise, nurture, guide, teach, love, and show them the way back to Him. He entrusted US with this child for very specific reasons. When does it stop being "I'm not giving up hope, and I will always do what I can to help my child!" and when does it start being "she's taking advantage of the love, the situation, the help, and has no true intention of changing the heart"? When is the right moment to allow the Prodigal to LEAVE the home? The father of the Prodigal did not KEEP his son home after so much evidence that the son WANTED to lead a different life. He did not allow the son home, either, UNTIL the son was truly repentant and prepared to change his heart. As a parent, I have found that it is not easy to know where that fine line is drawn in the sand. And my heart wants to skip ahead to the part where the Prodigal returns and I can joyfully embrace that child in my arms, and shed tears of joy, for my child that was once lost, is found again. But if I did that, it would thwart the entire process.
And so I pray. I talk with my eternal companion. I study the scriptures. I listen to the Spirit's whispers. And I watch to see the "fruit" that falls from this child's "tree". That is the best I can do. It is the best anyone can do. Then I hold to my faith. That same faith that has proved me herewith. That same faith that has carried me through the valleys of the shadows of death so many times. That same faith that has shone and lit the way for me as a beacon upon the open seas as the storms of life have come crashing down around me. That same faith that is like an old, comfortable friend of mine.
Tonight, the "tough love" experiences have begun with our youngest.
It's funny, at this age. She is deathly afraid of "bugs." She saw some ants in the girl's bathroom about 2 years ago. Since that time, she has refused to shower or go potty in there. Wow. Really? (I say that so easily, because I'm not 9 years old, and I'm not afraid of bugs.) Well, recently we have had a problem with Carpenter Ants in the Master Bedroom. You can see some of the ant "droppings" (bug parts) on the carpet, next to the wall, by the bathroom door. (I'm waiting for Bob to get home so he and Jonathan can "fix" this problem). So, she refused to go in the bathroom tonight, even though she had to potty really badly. I decided to try to "lovingly" coerce her into going potty alone... "so she can learn". So I played tough. For AN HOUR AND A HALF!!!
After 1.5 hours of crying, tears, buggers, and "talks", she wrote me anote and brought it in. Mind you, by this time she had "held" it so long, that she no longer needed to go!!!
Her note read (and I type in original spelling)" "Mama you dont noe haw sorey I am. But I cant go to the bathroom witawt you. I'm so so so so sory"
My heart softens and breaks for this valinat little girl. I'm trying to teach her something that she needs to learn. But here gain - where is that fine land in the sand? When is it the right time FOR HER to "learn" this "lesson"? For some kids it's when they are 2 years old. For others when they are 5, and yet others when they are 10. Maybe even later. Maybe never.
This is when my memory goes back in time and remembers the greatest piece of parenting advice I think I have ever received. It came from my dear friend's mother. This sweet lady had 9 children. ALL of them are wonderful, righteous men and women today. NONE of them had "issues" with sex, drugs, alcohol, or anything other "bad" thing. They're not perfect, but they are above average on the "good kid" scale. So I asked her: "How did you do it?" Her answer was that it was more a process of elimination rather than a process of "choosing". They didn't know too well what they wanted to teach their kids when they first started out, but they certainly knew what they did NOT want their children to learn. But by far the most important thing is to remember that YOU are called upon by GOD to raise this child. YOU, and ONLY YOU (and your husband) have the Divine authority to receive revelation and inspiration with regard to this child. NO EXPERT will ever know better than YOU what this child will need if you follow the Lord's guidance. The Holy Ghost will tell you the truth of ALL things - especially where your child is concerned. Do not listen to the experts. Listen to the Spirit.
I have. And it has proven INVALUABLE to me. So... why do I still find it hard to remember that sometimes? Why do I find it hard to DO? Perhaps because I am still human and this carnal nature of mine wants to take over and have complete control over situations. But I have to do what I can to remember that I am not the one in control. God is.
So, I turn to Him. I rely on Him. I trust in Him. Wholly.
I LOVE our children. It HURTS SO MUCH to have a child turn from everything you know to be true and right, and to passively-aggressively and purposely do the opposite due to enmity toward you. All because they made wrong choices years ago, and those choices have now led them to a place a misery, un-trustworthyness, pride, and enmity. It is SO CLEAR for Bob and me to "see" the path that has led her to where she is. SO CLEAR to "see" WHY she is filled with enmity, confusion, anger, frustration, anxiety, loneliness, and self-doubt. And it is SO EASY to see the path that she needs to take to get back to safety, peace, and true joy. But it is nigh impossible to describe it all to that child. Especially as they are filled with all those negative emotions and thoughts.
Satan truly is wise, patient, and sneaky. He can wait for generations, before biting his victims.
But the Lord is greater still. And the Power of His Holy Priesthood will reign supreme. And I, for one, am eternally THANKFUL that His one true Gospel is in my life, shinning that beacon on my path and lighting the way to a brighter tomorrow.
Whether or not our children end up living their lives as we have taught them, will have to be up to them. This is a lesson I have been learning and internalizing the past four years. Believe me, it is a hard lesson to swallow. I am finally beginning to see the reality that the "real" relationship here is the one between my dear, sweet husband and me. Not the one with our children or extended families. I don't mean to say that those relationships don't matter. Of course they do. But the ONE relationship (aside from my relationship with God) that will matter most in Eternity, is the one I have with Bob. Nothing should be allowed to damage that relationship, not even our relationships with our children. For one day those children will be gone and living their own "Eternal" relationships with their own spouses, and the two people left in our home will be just that: Bob and me. No one else. The time will be gone when we can raise and teach and train our children.
For our eldest that time is almost past. At almost 21 years old she has been taught and is now NEEDING to be away from the "nest" and flying on her own. She must make her own decisions, and live with her own consequences, without interference from me and without my "reminders" that the path she is on is not the right one.
Perhaps for her, sadly, the wrong path might be the needed path - at least for a while. I would pray not. But I must trust that the Lord will watch over her much better than I ever could, and if HE is able to "let her go", then certainly I must too.
This is the lesson I have learned in the past 24 hours. I must let her go.
It will be the hardest thing I've ever done in my earthly life. No question about that.
As for our youngest - some pest control, vacuuming, and TLC will do the trick for now. But I wonder: "what awaits down the road for her in 10 more, short, years?"
At times like these, I like to listen to this song by Michael McLean. It's titled "Which Part Is Mine?" You can LISTEN HERE - and you can read the LYRICS HERE.










