Fading in and out of a tired trance I wait till the bell rings. She then comes running out to the end of the side walk where she waits patiently for me to pull my car to the curb and open the door. She leaps into the seat, throwing her back pack into the floor board of the car before launching into a brief vent session of her day. “He was mean”, “she pushed me”, “they laughed at me” it’s always the same, it’s the negative ones that she remembers, the hurtful and disappointing ones that stick in her psyche. It’s so easy to minimize what she complains about as trivial. It’s easy to give her the “world will hate you talk” or the “love your enemies” talk , instead of just listening, empathizing and giving her time to heal from the war wounds that were inflicted on her during her seven hour tour of duty. Why is it so hard to remember what it was like to be a child? Why is it so hard to really comprehend how much more difficult it is now, than it was when I was her age. It is truly a different world than it was when I was 8. my biggest concern at school, was what did mom put in my lunch box. Hers is what will “those” boys say to me today to hurt me? (we all know “those” boys..the bullies.)
I want to be that soft place to land for her. That is hard if I am so detached from what it was like for me. I want to be understanding, patient and nurturing to her. That is very hard if I am constantly thinking that her pain is trivial. So, my prayer is that I will be a mother who is compassionate, loving and kind to her very emotional daughter, though i tend to be the stoic type! I just want to be Jesus with skin on for her.
If you are a parent, do you relate? If you don’t have kids, what do you remember about coming home after school?