For the moms out there…don’t you hate it when you turn into your own mother? We may have a great relationship with our moms but for some reason none of us like it when we hear ourselves saying the exact things our mothers did.
I think the most common phrase might be, “How many times do I have to tell you…” Sometimes it seems that we can say the same thing every day for a year and it never gets past the outer ear. My kids like to take their shoes and socks off when they come home. So I taught them to put their socks in their shoes so if they leave the house later in the day they can find the socks.
(We all know how socks have a mind of their own…they creep away, hide under couches and behind chairs and don’t even get me started on what happens when they reach the washer and dryer!)
Most of my kids had no problem with this concept. But the youngest? He just seems to have a brain block. Every day, EVERY DAY we have the same conversation. It’s an hour after he’s gotten home from school, we’re getting ready to leave the house and he says:
“Mom, I need socks!”
I ask, “Did you put them in your shoes?”
He replies, “No, I forgot.”
Did I mention this happens every day? I’ve made him go without socks before, hoping that might drive the point home…you know…natural consequences and all. But nope, we still keep having the same conversation. I’m hoping that by the time he goes to college we will have conquered this one.
It can become very frustrating saying the same things over and over again. But I really do believe in consistency (and natural consequences). We shouldn’t nag or be nasty but we should keep reminding them because eventually they will get it. (Of course, they’ll have a new annoying habit by the time they conquer the old one but we do the same thing so we can’t really complain ;))
If God has to remind me of the same things over and over it’s only natural that I’ll have to do the same for my children. What I’m trying to remember is not to grow weary. Galatians 6:9 says,
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”
Ironically, God has to keep reminding me of that.
Just today I reaped a little bit of harvest though. The youngest (I’ll call him Seven) is a witty kid who likes to make people laugh. However, sometime in the past year he decided that rude equals funny. An example conversation would go like this:
Big sister: “Bye, love you.”
Seven: “Well, I hate you.”
Me: “Hey, that was very rude. Apologize to your sister!”
Seven: “What, I was just joking.”
Me: “Rude is not funny.”
And that has been my mantra several times a day for many months now. “Rude is not funny!!” Yet I didn’t think I was getting through to him, until today. We were in the van when I leaned toward the mirror and the conversation went as follows:
Seven: “Mom, what are you doing?”
Me: “I’m looking at my eyebrows.” (cuz they are really way beyond 6 weeks!)
Seven: “Ahh, ladies and their fashion.”
Me: (Laughing)”That was funny.”
Seven: Very excitedly with a fist pump, “YES!”
Seven: “I did it! I was funny WITHOUT being rude!”
He got it! He has been listening! What a wonderful little harvesting moment that was. Don’t grow weary, friends. There’s light at the end of the tunnel 🙂
P.S. I didn’t have to doctor the above photo. I went to the front door and sure enough, Ten’s socks were in his shoes and Seven’s weren’t. LOL