I found myself thinking "it would be so much easier to just say
"ok"." I like peace. I like it when everyone gets along. I like it when my kids
think I'm ok and great to be with
I really wanted to tell her that she really did look super cute, that the outfit looked great on her. Instead, I found myself saying, "well, I think we'd better go a different direction." With a look of indignation she spun around on her heel and stormed back into the dressing room.
I found myself thinking "it would be so much easier to just say "ok"." I like peace. I like it when everyone gets along. I like it when my kids think I'm ok and great to be with.
God didn't call me to be their BFF. He called me to be their mom. Sometimes I'd rather be their friend.
My daughters are in an ongoing battle with the world. The world tells them they've got to look smaller. The world tells them that the only thing that matters is the way they look. The world tells them that they really deserve to have things their way. The problem is that each one of these lies is contrary to what God would have my daughters to believe.
So, I hunker down and prepare for battle. I know the battle is important. I know the battle is mine to fight. I know that I won't be liked.
I'm ok with that.
In those moments I remind myself......
1. This is about the long-haul, not about this moment. I've never enjoyed the saying about life being a marathon and not a sprint. I'm a sprinter. It's hard for me to think long term. I must remind myself that the decisions I make now are about the future. Not this moment.
2. This too shall pass. The fact that my middle daughter glares at me as we pass an expensive store with jeans that she so desperately wants today will be replaced by the fact that I won't buy her lipstick at 12.
3. It's a battle worth fighting. To be their friend gains me a temporary peace. It's like winning the battle but not the war. I've got to focus upon the war.
4. I will be held accountable for the way I've raised my kids. God has entrusted to me these beautiful daughters. I must remember that all good things are worth working for.
I can't get too tired.
I can't get too discouraged.
I can't find myself too defeated and opt into friend mode. It will one day be worth the eyeball-rolling frustrated comments I receive today.
How about you? Are you ever tempted to be your child's friend? What sorts of things do you do to ensure that you focus upon being the parent?