Some phases of life seem to be a bit more exhausting than others. The newborn no-sleep because they’re up all night years. The teen no-sleep because you’re up all night wondering-if-they’re-okay years. It’s funny, my kids don’t get it – as I’m sure I didn’t when I was there age – life is the easiest going when you’re in the schooling years. Though it seems a bit more on steroids than we we were kids, it still is as care-free as it gets.
Summer offers all kinds of refreshment. And re-boots. Apparently, a few of you are using the break to get down to business and re-boot on the equipping front. Like sweet Amy in California who met a bit of resistance. Or maybe better described as a non-motivatable (ok, so we/I make up words around here. It’s that braincell depletion due to multiple visits to the Labor & Delivery Room thing. Why search for a word when you can make one up?!) kid. She asked on moatblog’s FB if I’ve experienced that issue in our home.
And here’s what I think about that and so much encountered on this road. Remember, I’m in the thick of it just like you. So take it with a grain of salt and please feel free to share your thoughts.
- May 31
Hi Amy … Oh, yes. I’ve got one of those. It’s weird. I don’t get it. And I so hope that at some point he checks in b/c he’s such a great kid with so much to offer. But on the other hand, though he seems oblivious to pitching in around the house, his diligence in studying is beyond admirable.
So as I swim upstream with that one … and get tired… and wonder if it will ever get easier. And as another one of my kids jumps in the unmotivated pool, I try to remind myself to remember the big picture and why it’s important for them to learn any of this stuff. It usually puts wind in my sails to remember that it’s not about the chores, but about grooming them to be independent, respectful, responsible. To run toward rather than away from challenges. To know that they’re a part of our family. That we need them. That our family works best when we work, laugh, play, struggle… together. Stuff like that.
Then for some reason, I can breath. It seems to put a little wind in my sails and their protests and slacky mentality don’t seem to matter as much. And I try to remember that there is no prescriptive or perfect way to do this parenting thing. But that training them is one way I can love them. So I keep on keepin’ on.
I don’t know if that’s helpful. If anything, I’m right there with you. And I hate to admit it, but I’m glad for the push back from my kids. It continually reminds me that I’m not in control … which, almost always lands me on my knees. And there I can rest a bit easier. Because, even though it’s hard for me to imagine, He loves these kids more than I do.
I’m so thankful to be walking this road with others. Arguably one of the greatest joys in every phase of life. When life was carefree and I spent my days at the tennis center hitting balls, dreaming and solving the problems of the world with friends. To now when it seems like there’s so much at stake, friends stay close by. But I don’t want to lose sight that people are involved in every phase. Such interesting people. Who crave to know and be known. Not notoriety, but just to no be alone.
So as we teach and train independence, I hope we never forget that one of the greatest benefits to all involved is the fact that we’re serving. Which, in turn, celebrates those on the receiving end. And in the craziest of ways, blesses the one serving.
Which is what MOAT Faryn shared with me last week. Here’s a pic of her kids. So funny. The one who has been diligently doing the dishes (his job) unknowingly became attractive … very attractive.
someone wanted in on the fun (yes fun… greatest thing about starting young, it’s still fun!)
Hilarious. Magnetic chores. Who knew?!
It’s always something. I guess that ‘s what makes this road so much fun.
As always, thanks for walking it with me.