My apologies for some blog silence. I just moved, we're still in boxes, and I'm in my last month of pregnancy. Still fighting nausea, and now fatigue and awkward lumberiness. As such, my ambition far exceeds my energy. So I am bringing in some guest posts - some thoughts on parenting from other bloggers I follow.
First up, Jeanne Takenaka. She is a writer, wife, and mother of 2 boys.
Parenting: God’s Role and Our Role
When we brought our first boy home, I had no doubt we could be the perfect parents for him. God had given him to us, hadn’t He? Of course we could parent him. And train him up in the ways of the Lord. And get him to follow Jesus whole-heartedly. All before he left the house some eighteen years later.
I knew God figured into the equation, but in my naive, new-mom mind, I hadn’t thought through just how much I would need Him in parenting a boy, then two, who are . . . human.
And unique individuals.
When our kids are young, it’s easy to guide them. They trust our thinking and leading. We do our best to train them in basic living skills. To help develop a good character. They want to please us, their parents.
As they begin to reveal their unique selves somewhere in the toddler years, we gain glimpses into who God created them to be.
Our boys have strong wills, but we didn’t realize just how strong until they hit about ten years of age.
Okay, our younger boy . . . we knew he was a strong-willed chap. He made that clear almost as soon as we brought him home.
But, we’d read books. Prayed over these boys. Sought guidance from those who went before us. We knew we could love them without fail.
Parenting is so much harder than I envisioned the first day we carried our oldest boy into our home, crying, hungry, and tired.