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A Thought about Stress

Think about a time you have been under a lot of stress.

A person you know and respect gets angry and starts yelling at you for reasons you don’t understand.

Your boss berates you for something out of your control.

A close friend is struggling with stress at home and lashes out at you about something trivial.

A bereaved loved one takes their frustrations out on you.

A dear friend misunderstands something you said and refuses to discuss it or listen to what you meant.

A client is angry about a situation you have no control over and takes it out on you.

A bossy family member insists you do things their way when you know it would not be best.

Your spouse had a bad day and lays into you about something unrelated.

You mess up in a big way and feel bad but don’t know how to fix it because you know the person involved won’t take it well.

You screw up and try to fix it but don’t manage to do it right and the other person is furious.

You are trying to learn something new, working really hard at it, and someone teases you for not getting it already.

Someone treats you as a second class citizen because of something you can do nothing about.

Someone blames you for something you didn’t do.

Someone with more experience, expects you to understand why they do what they do but doesn’t attempt to do the same for you.

Someone demands you show them respect when they show you none in return.

Someone belittles you in front of others.

How do you feel?
Does fight or flight kick in?
Do you panic?
Do you fight back?
Do you empathize and realize that person is having a bad day, week, year and stay calm?
Do you belittle the other person?
Do you try to make peace?
Do you take it all on yourself, blame yourself, and accept full responsibility even if it wasn’t your fault?

How does your heart feel?
Do you have anxiety? Stress? Do you just move on as if nothing had happened? Do you internalize it and hold on to it? Does just the thought of the situation make you sick inside?

What if this was a regular occurrence? What if you were dealing with this person on a regular basis? What if their treatment of you was constantly belittling, blaming, or just plain stressful? What would you do? How would you respond?

Would you lash out at them?
Would you respect them?
Would you be timid around them?
Would you avoid them completely?
Would you feel sick all the time at the thought of dealing with them?
Would you willingly tell them everything or avoid speaking to them as much as possible?

This. This is what we do to our children.

This is what we do when we are having a bad day and lash out at them for knocking over their water.

This is what we do to them when we get angry at the mess they left and didn’t notice.

This is what we do when we accuse them of motives they had not even considered.

This is what we do when they don’t know what they did wrong or we misunderstand but don’t listen.

This is what we do to them when they are having a bad day and we belittle their feelings or even get angry at them.

This is what we do when we tease about past mistakes, point out failings, make fun of what they like.

This is what we do when we treat children like second class citizens, demand respect without showing them respect.

If we as adults get sick, stressed, frustrated, try to escape, or place blame when others treat us like this. If we get angry when we feel we have been unjustly accused or when others attribute motives to us that we had never considered. If this is true of us, mature adults who have had plenty of time and experience to learn how to deal with these situations, how much more so for children, who have not yet learned empathy, who are still learning how to navigate the world, and have people they love and should be able to trust treating them this way on a regular basis? No wonder teenagers refuse to share what is upsetting them, refuse to talk about how they feel, prefer to hide what is going on lest they get blamed or berated. By the time these children reach young adulthood they have spent the large majority of their life living with constant stress and dealing with loved ones who treat them with less than respect.

What if, instead, you are treated with gentleness and respect? What if in a misunderstanding the other person regularly gives you the benefit of the doubt, values both your feelings and your opinions? What if the other person, treats you with respect and grace and gentleness rather than blaming and demanding respect?

What about our children? What if they are respected, treated with gentleness and understanding? What if we recognize that they are struggling way more than we see as they learn to navigate this world? What if, instead of assuming they are just doing things to get on our nerves, we recognize that they are having a rough time, they are in pain, struggling to learn something new? What if – instead of rushing them to new things because we are sick of picking the same toy off the floor in their new game – we stick with it, recognizing that they are learning something- that this game is part of their development and that it takes lots of repetition for them to figure it out? What if when they make mistakes as youngsters we try to understand what is going on both what really happened and if there are any struggles we have been missing? What if when they lash out because they are having a rough time we recognize it as just that and look deeper, helping them work through all those emotions? What if, by the time they are teens they have had lots of grace and understanding (real understanding)? What if they really know they are loved and respected because they have had the opportunity to live with love and respect- where their opinions and feelings really matter?

Which young person is going to be healthier and happier? The one who lived with constant stress or the one who lived in a world where he felt valued? Which one is going to make better decisions? The one who is afraid to talk to her parents and so just lies or the one who knows they will really listen and help? Which is going to be more mature and ready to face the real world? The one who has spent most of his life bullied or the one who knows himself well enough to know who he is and what he really wants? Which is going to have the healthiest relationships? The one who has lived in unhealthy relationships or the one who knows her value?

My Mother’s Day Gift to You

Being a mother is exhausting and wonderful,

Hopeful and scary,

Joyful and nerve wracking.

Rewarding and draining.

It is the best and the hardest job you could have.

Regardless of your situation YOU are the Mother God gave to your children and He knew what He was doing.

Have a blessed Mother’s Day.

This was a last minute doodle but I wanted to give each and every one of you beautiful ladies something for Mother’s Day–since I can’t give flowerrs to everyone this is what I’ve got.  Feel free to pass this on to your favorite mother.

What I know Now…

I was invited by Mom to 2 Boys to share what I know now that I didn’t before I had children.

Before I had kids I was an opinionated, argumentative, public school, special ed teacher. I thought I knew everything about children and had opinions on everything about raising them.

With my first child I learned that no matter how good a parent you are some children will have issues. I learned that vaccines are not always best, that “normal food” isn’t always best, that doctors aren’t always right. From my oldest I learned that even the most introverted parents can have extroverted children.

With my second child I learned that regardless of parenting a child’s personality will determine much of their behavior. I learned that children CAN be allergic to rice and corn. From Esther I learned that children WILL learn without being taught, and that by allowing them to learn what and when they are interested they will develop life long loves instead of temporary interests. From her I learned that some children break their toys, not on purpose but because they want to know how and why it works or use it in a way that it was not originally intended, and that is okay. She also taught me that just because she doesn’t demand attention doesn’t mean she doesn’t need the attention to feel loved.

From my son I learned that boys ARE NOT LIKE GIRLS. From him I learned that there is a reason boy toys include cars, trucks, blocks, and super heroes. From him I learned that a child can teach himself to read and do it because he wants to. I learned that some children will always ask no matter what.

From all of my children I learned humility, to listen to what they say, and figure out the real problem behind the temper tantrums. I learned that health and behavior are often intertwined. I learned that I am not nearly patient enough. I learned all children are different and each has different needs. I learned that I know my children better than the specialists do and that my husband and I are the best team to take care of them, train them, and teach them. I learned that children do not need nearly the amount of things we think they do to learn and be entertained and that given the freedom they will learn what they need to learn. Finally I learned that children grow quickly, that the baby years are very short no matter how long they feel, that one day you wake up and your children are nearly grown.

Mom Contest Entry

This shot was my husband’s first choice for this contest–a photo taken 2 years ago. I couldn’t decide.

Photo of myself with Esther, taken by a friend of ours.

This photo was taken by a close friend of ours. She was learning to be a professional photographer at the time and the girls and I were her models for the day. We had already done quite a few pictures and were resting. Esther spontaneously reached over and kissed me and Bonnie capture it.

I guess you would say that this photo represents my kids’ love and my urge to love them, to be with them, to help them to grow to become more fully who they are, to help them grow in wisdom and understanding, and to learn to love others and God fully and abundantly. Each of them is unique and I want to help them grow into that uniqueness instead of squelching it. My goal is not to be their friend but to be their mentor, to help them develop fully into who they were meant to be.