Be the person you want your child to be. We all know what a good parent acts like, what she sounds like, even if we didn’t have one. Let’s act and speak like that.
We want our children to use their words to build others up. How then do we need to speak? It’s important that they are truthful, always, and full of grace. How then do we live?
We hope our children will see those who feel invisible, and that their attitude towards the other will be kindness. Do they see that in us? We want them to sow peace in this world. Do we? How would you want your child to think and act in the midst of stress, fatigue, or failure? Now let’s try to act like that. Be the person you want your child to be through each season of life. There is no expiration date on your influence.
What do you want most for your child, whether she be young or all grown?
I would want her to find the joy in all things, and to be ready with a smile. I would want her to say thank you and I’m sorry often and really mean it. I’d want her to open her heart to faith, love, forgiveness, adventure, and to always be satisfied with enough.
What do you want most for your child: whether he be under your roof, or his own?
I’d hope he wouldn’t make mountains out of mole hills. I’d hope he’d give other people the benefit of the doubt, and that he would be a man of his word. I’d want him to believe in his deepest places that God is good, and because he believed it, that he would love others lavishly, faithfully, and with gratitude.
I am a blessed woman indeed because I have a mother who is someone I want to be.
I won’t ever possess her personal talents and gifts, nor can I can I claim her enviable world-wide experiences, much as I’d like. My mom’s wide-ranging influence, and the multitude of people who call her friend, is a living testimony to her considerable, and creative, care for others.
Mom’s life gifts and experiences are uniquely her own: they have all shaped her into the stunning work that she is, and I cannot inherit them by birth-right. But I can own what she has lived out in front of me, and with me.
My mother has quietly filled a chest of eternal treasure for me, overflowing with beautiful lessons on how to be as a woman, wife, friend and parent. These living stones are more precious than any gems.
How to be a loving mother is more valuable to me than a string of pearls. How to be a true friend is more exceptional than diamonds. How to be a faithful wife to one husband is rarer than rubies.
I have been bestowed a one-of-a-kind piece of art that has been sculpted, like one of Michelangelo’s frescos, over the duration of an entire life-time. I am rich, no?
Happy birthday week to my beautiful mother. I look forward to seeing the ways she teaches me how to be in this next season of her life.
And joy to each of you, and an extra measure of grace, as you try to be the person you would want your child to be.