Last week I realized that I am now the older woman dear Mr. Titus was speaking to since I now find myself about eight years ahead in age or eight years ahead in parenting than a lot of mamas. The older woman. Yup, I'm cozy with that. Are you?
Trying to get my older woman act in motion, I had a casual friend and her two kiddos over today. We've chit-chatted in the church nursery plenty of times and I have wanted to get to know this sweet woman better. Our kids had a blast and one of hers left crying for having to leave the chickens behind. The chicken love was heavy in the air.
Through most of lunch a little one of hers fussed and fussed. I barely noticed but for my friends apologies as she tried to explain having a strong willed, temperamental child.
And there we clicked, she and I.
I understand completely. Wholly. All-encompassingly. I quickly told her how I was once stopped in a parking lot by a well meaning lady as I was trying to peel one child and his tantrum off the library pavement. My friend relaxed then.
I could have told her how on our recent vacation a stranger followed me to our van as I carried a screaming kiddo in my arms, trying to whisper calming, sweet nothings into his ear to no avail. I sat in the front seat of the van holding the wee one, still screaming and the lady stood outside the van staring in. Funny in hindsight. Not so much then, though I'm sure she was well meaning.
A reminder that when God is in in our hearts He helps us use self control and a refresher in appropriate public behaviour and forty five minutes later we were back on the beach with the rest of the family, wee one with a now sunny disposition. Switched back to normal. Yes, it took forty five mintes. We had some relapses.
If you've never had a strong willed child, I understand your shaking of head and clicking tongues and won't hold it against you. If you do, give a nod sister, we understand each other!
It ha always amazed me that children raised in the same environment, with the same disciplines could be so different. And there's definitely a difference between a strong willed child and an undisciplined one. I see you nodding. Its good to not be alone.
So be encouraged. Grab a young(er) lady and have her over. It doesn't matter if the house is a jumble or if there's chicken poop in the walkway.