We are often reminded of the poor choices we’ve made in our lives, and even the saying “it will come back to bite you” holds true sometimes. For me, this was especially true in High School when I would check the back of my eyelids to make sure they were still there, instead of actually listening to the instructor. The result? Let’s just say I didn’t have as smooth a senior year as some. (I still graduated)
Financial choices commonly show their effects almost immediately. For example, around Christmas time many of us would choose to spend a little bit more money on the credit card instead of continuing on the quest for becoming debt free, but I digress. This is not what I want to talk about right now. I want to talk about different choices. I want to talk about the choices we make in child raising, where every now and then you get a glimpse of a successful parenting tactic.
Although not all of you may relate to this, you can still appreciate when a choice you made somehow gets confirmed as being the right choice.
To start, let me give you a brief little history, of my childhood mornings.
My father used to sit us down before school every morning, and we would try to do a quick memory verse and then pray. Prior to *ahem* a certain age, we had some good fun. We would make fun gestures and have a grand ‘ole time. The gestures and voice inflections made it much easier to memorize.
My sister, brother and I however, grew up. Then the mornings would seem to just drag. Add that to getting involved in early morning band rehearsals or soccer practices, we dreaded the morning devotions. Often times were just out-right disrespectful. We didn’t want to be late, and we didn’t want to participate.
We were your stereotypical Pastor’s Kids.
Thinking back about what I could have learned from that, I decided to try and do my devotions and read my bible in the morning on my own, before the kids would wake up so that when they came to breakfast, they would at least see what I was doing. This worked for a small period of time, but I’ve since been sleeping in more since we moved…and there we have the instant accountability, I shall resume tomorrow. Promise.
Besides my morning devotional/bible time, every morning the two girls and I get in the car and head out so I can drop them off at school. Somewhere in that 1 mile of road and 3 traffic lights, we take a minute to say a quick prayer. I ask, “What or who do we need to pray for?” to which the girls respond with either a “I dunno,” or a “nothing?” As my heart sinks for just a tiny bit, I’m reminded that at this moment I’m doing this more to show them how important it is to have that communication with God, no matter the time constraint. We normally do our longer family prayers at night, and they’re usually around the dinner table.
Before last night, I would doubt they would think anything even close to how “important” that first thing of the day communication with God, is.
Before last night, I didn’t get a confirmation that what I was doing was anywhere remotely correct.
While going to the girls rooms to give them their hugs and kisses and to tuck them in bed, I walked inside of Kissy’s room and she’s sitting up. Here’s how our conversation went:
Kiss: “Dad, we forgot to pray this morning before school.”
Me: “Oh man, how did we forget? I’m really sorry.”
Kiss: “It’s ok, let’s pray right now. I’ll pray.”
As she prayed and thanked God for her friends and our family, I couldn’t help but to just say my own little prayer thanking God for showing me my efforts are not in vain.
Although He never has to do this (confirm), it sure helps.
Regardless if you are a Christian or not, if you are a parent you have to appreciate this effort not going unnoticed. It doesn’t happen often, and when it does your heart does the macarena.
Or just says “yipee!”
Whether the confirmation took a day, a week or even a couple of months, has a parenting choice that you made unexpectedly confirm to be the right one? What little dance did your heart do?