Earlier in the week I wrote a post I titled “Mommy is the model”. I didn’t post it because it was just kind of all over the place. But just now, while I waited for the Spider Guy (a tale for another time!), I was reading Laine’s Letters, which always inspire me, and she had written this quote:
“A mother can read all the child-rearing books and can subscribe to any theory of parenting, but what gets passed along to her children is something far more intimate and mysterious than anything contained therein. What gets passed along is her character, and it enters into her kids as surely and as inexorably as water flows from a fuller vessel into a less-full one.” Laurence Shames
I have been incredibly convicted about the things that I’m seeing in my children. Because the flaws I see in them are things I struggle with myself. They spend more time with me than any other single person in their lives so it makes sense that they would become more like me, particularly in these early years. Shouldn’t I then make building my character a high priority, so that what they’re learning is everything good?
I want my children to remember that we spent time reading books, singing songs, talking to God, tickling on the floor. I don’t want them to remember all the times that Mommy yelled at them. Or the times she was ‘too busy’. I want them to exhibit the Fruit of the Spirit. But the best way they learn is by example and I’m afraid that I’m not a very good example these days.
So, I need to be the kind of wife that I want my son to marry. I need to be the kind of daughter that I want my daughters to be. I need to be the kind of friend that I want to have. I need to love their father the way I want them to love.
But even more than all that, I need to be more like Jesus, in every way.