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In picking which topic I wanted to write about for this week’s Kingdom Woman Blog Hop, I could have written about any one of the questions but I picked the concept of personal control vs. surrender (question #1) because it is probably the area in which I need the most work!
I have had this thought over the years that I can control things. Well, I don’t think I thought that consciously. But I’ve learned that about myself as I’ve reacted with anger, stress, and a surprising amount of tears at times to situations in my life that completely caught me off guard. Situations that I thought I had under control.
There is no area where I am reminded of this then in parenting my children.
Because children are people and ultimately, I have no true control over another person, I’ve had to watch my kids do their thing sometimes and it simply drives me batty! Yes, I can love them and train them and teach their little hearts but at the end of the day, they are people who get to choose. People who get to choose to disobey. People who get to choose their own way. People who get to know and feel the joy of making good decisions and the pain of making bad ones.
Case in point.
Last night, I told my four year old, REPEATEDLY, to stop jumping on the couch. It was like the couch was a magnet for his little body and kept drawing him back! To tell the truth, he didn’t continue to disobey all-the-way. He did make minor adjustments to his behavior. Instead of jumping on it like a trampoline, he started running and then leaping on to the couch… but not jumping after he landed.
“Joel! Get down!”
The jumping turned leaping then moved to hanging off of the arm of the couch.
“Joel! Don’t do that!”
The hanging off the arm of the couch became a different kind of circus act when he put one hand on the arm of the couch and another on a nearby chair and started swinging. That good childhood swing. The kind where you have pure childhood bliss because you are big enough to hold yourself up and light enough to do it long enough to have some fun.
Immediate loud screams.
And then the sound of some small object hitting the floor too and skidding across the faux wood floors.
When you are a Mom you just know. Without even going to check. I knew what to expect.
And I saw exactly what I thought I’d see.
A preschooler, holding his mouth, blood dripping from his lip. When I pulled his hand away to assess the damage, I knew what I’d find then too.
You guessed it.
That boy knocked his tooth right out.
So my four year old who should be losing teeth for another 18 to 24 months, is set to be snaggle-tooth for a long time.
And I was surprised a half hour later at my response. I’ve mothered five kids and this has happened before. Well. OK. he is the first one to have knocked a tooth COMPLETELY out. But other children have knocked them loose, sideways, and everything else!
And in the past I have screamed, called the doctor immediately, even threatened to take them to the emergency room.
But I have learned that it’s OK. It’s gonna be OK. That bumps and bruises (and missing teeth) area a part of my kids’ existence. They are a part of my existence.
Control is an illusion. Surrender is real.