While waiting in the after hours clinic with Camden for about 1.5 hours today, I couldnt help but pay attention and secretly listen to a lady who was being awfully rude to her small son. He was about Camdens age, so 3 or 4, and apparently just had the crud because he just wanted to play. Every time he tried to play and entertain himself, he got in trouble. He adjusted his chair in order to more comfortably play with the toy on the table, and he was fussed at because one chair leg was off of the carpet. He wanted to look out of the window to pass time, but he was forced to sit still in his chair instead. He wanted to play with his toy motorcycle that he brought, but he couldnt because he didnt know how to listen and act nice like the other kids... The kids that were laying on their mothers laps asleep because they were all running fever and feeling miserable. I wanted so badly to ask the little boy to come sit by me, which I am sure he would have done simply because all he wanted was a little attention. I would talk to him about anything he wanted: motorcycles, bugs, football, trucks... And I bet you he would have stayed beside me for a while too. I couldnt offer him the chair next to me because I was holding my feverish three year-old, who I WISHED was feeling well enough to simply look out the window at the cars. Now, Im not nearly as experienced as many of you moms out there, but I do know this... That little boy will remember the time his mom embarrassed him in a room full of people because he was just acting like a lively 4 year-old. Hell remember that the other kids moms werent scolding them as they cried out and wiggled around in their chairs because they didnt feel good and just wanted to play too. Hell remember seeing the other moms rocking their children, kissing them and singing to them, and wondering why his mom wasnt doing the same. Hell remember it all, and I pray you have a good reason for him because my brain cant fathom one good enough. I brought my baby to the doctor in his footed, camo pajamas and his frog blanket because thats what made him the most comfortable. We rocked, talked, whined, went outside several times, and sang aloud together as we waited to see the doctor. And you know what? Camden will remember that too, just like I remember my mom doing things like that with me. Hell remember that I didnt care who heard me sing, Go Tell It on the Mountain over and over again just to pass a few more minutes... I am not a perfect mother by a long stretch, but I tell you what--the indescribable love I have for my child keeps me striving daily to be better. And its not even hard! It comes so naturally. Everyone has bad days; I completely know how that is. However, your children never deserve your leftovers or the blame for your bad days (or bad attitudes). We as moms have the incredible opportunity to live by example for our children--examples our children will hopefully follow and use to make the world a better place. If they arent given that example in the beginning, its much harder to find in someone else (besides parents or parental figures) although it is possible... I discipline my child all of the time, but I also allow him to be the wild, active, silly little three year-old that he is right now because thats extremely important for his growth as well. Again, I will never be a perfect mom, and I could be totally wrong about what I saw today. I can only pray for that mother to have the opportunity to look into the eyes of her child and that they are filled with warmth, confidence, love, and certainty that they are the most important little eyes in the world. Its not hard to see little eyes like that for most of us. Pray for those that dont have bright little eyes looking at their example tonight and praise God for the ones He put in your care ❤️
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 04:23:30 +0000
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