I’ve been thinking lately that I want to worry less about proving to others why it is a worthy pursuit to be a stay-at-home-mom or that I am a “good” mom. Perhaps it is just today, perhaps there is a successful mother-son dynamic going on…but I think I need to just stop expending undue energy attempting to justify.
Good parent. Bad parent. Good Micah. Bad Micah. People can think what they want but at the end of the day, if I don’t think more about what God thinks, what his desires are towards the proper care and directing of our children, then I will unconsciously bring up little stereo-typical urban hipster children. They might look cool…but their little hearts will have in many ways been sacrificed on the alter of what the parent-culture of Park Slope determines is the right way to parent. Babble.com is a poor resource of wisdom. I need to be shown how to be a parent to my children, not a poor replacement for a buddy or mentor of sorts.
I am not out to question the parents in our area but rather the parental philosophies which I have observed after a year living here are widely accepted and swallowed (evolutionary beliefs of seeing children as animals and thus blaming ill-behavior on their natural, uncontrollable animal instincts, time- out as the only disciplinary measure, discardment of the word “no,” etc). These philosophies are as predictable as the fact that there will likely be a hand full of little Stellas and Sophies at the playground on any given day. Yet, while there may be a time and place for time-out, ultimately none of these core beliefs which many in our culture esteem have any biblical foundation. If I adopt these measures unquestionably with no regard for God’s instructions for proper parenting, what am I doing?
We can conform the bible to our ideals but at the end of the day, it still clearly gives such warnings to parents as, “spare the rod, spoil the child.” Like the left over dinner from last week spoiling in our fridge (yummy picture, huh?;), unappealing in appearance and odor, I don’t want to court disaster with our children by leaving God’s words for man’s. I want His opinion to be the one that counts most. I want to feel His pleasure at my parenting and if other parents might see certain methods as square or overly restraining, so be it. Our children will hopefully have many years to be their own persons, to pave their own paths. But for the short years Rick and I have them under our roof, I hope we will unashamedly steer them in God’s ways so that their paths ahead will be straight ones.