I recently went over to a friend’s house for a girls night of cupcakes, wine and mani pedis. It’s a rare occasion we get a long enough period of time to do our nails, much less allow them to dry. The conversation began with the latest nail colors and flipping through Glamour Magazine…within ten minutes we were talking about poop.
You see we are all moms of toddlers and try as we might it’s inevitable that conversations tend to include poop, naps, and what our kids are eating then how those poops look on the way out (see how this comes full circle?). The conversation took a very honest turn with a rare confession, one which we all identified with. We don’t always feel like mothering comes naturally to us.
It’s impossible not to compare myself to other moms. I know I shouldn’t. I know it only makes me feel worse. Yet there I am watching a mom recite some rhyme to make her kid giggle and wondering how she knew that! Was there some class I missed out on? I think we all know those moms, maybe you are one, that can come up with a game at the drop of a hat or can turn any situation into a teachable moment. They are the moms I watch and envy wondering how they think up that stuff when I’m just trying to get through my day of laundry, cooking and cleaning.
My mother in law is one of those people. She has taught my son to do most of the cute things he does. I remember coming home from BlogHer and she had taught him to say “UP.” It has been one of the most helpful things she could have done! Just this week she taught him to knock on the bathroom door and say “Na Nock.” It’s so flippin cute I can’t stand it! So how come I can’t think of cute or useful things to teach him? I spend all day with him and the best I can do is get him to come to me to put his shoes on.
I remember a time when my Dad would take me to the basketball court and teach me how to dribble, shoot and best of all do a layup (Is that what’s it’s called?). Now if you know me I am NOT a sports fan, never have been. My Dad would force my brother and I into sports camps and soccer teams kicking and screaming (by the way none of that kicking ended up in a goal…unless you count for the other team). None the less he tried his best to make us well rounded individuals and I’m thankful for that. I can confidently hit a tennis ball, baseball, volleyball, golf ball and shoot a basketball. Granted Im not that great at any of them but at least I can do it with the right form and usually make contact with the ball. All this to say my Dad was intentional. Parenting may not have come naturally to him either but by golly he tried. And when the chips were down you could always count on my Dad to be there in the way he knew how.
Mothering may not always feel natural to me but one thing is for sure I can always be intentional about my parenting. My love for him is unconditional and I have an enormous responsibility to show him where that love comes from. I may not know all the cute nursery rhymes or fun games but I do know how to show my son the love of Christ. And hopefully one day he’ll learn how to wipe up his own poop (from my Mother in Law of course ; ).
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