Be the person you want your child to be.
We all know what a good parent acts like – sounds like – even if we didn’t have one.
Let’s act like that.
We all want our children to use their words to build others up.
So then, how do I need to speak?
It’s important to us that they are truthful – always – and full of grace.
How then, do I live?
We hope they will see those who feel invisible, and that their default will be kindness.
Do they see that in me?
How would you want your child to think and act in the midst of stress, fatigue, or failure?
Now try to act like that.
We want them to sow peace.
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, and 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 would give other people the benefit of the doubt, 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 of this trust – 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 much grace, as you try hard to be the person you would want your child to be.