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Parenting 101: The Deadly Art of Comparing 2

We do need to compare, we just need to compare ourselves to the right person. We need to look unto Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our faith. But that’s not what I do, most of the time. I look at somebody a little more, oh, down to earth. Somebody not perfect. Somebody I can find fault with.

Two things can happen when we compare ourselves to others. Either we will find somebody who is struggling in the areas in which we are strong, and we will mentally pat ourselves on the back and think something like, “Well I’ve got nothing to worry about… I’m way ahead of that person…” And we feel self-satisfied and we become prideful and we are headed for a fall.

Or we find somebody who is very strong in the areas in which we struggle, and we mentally berate ourselves and see only our failure and think something like, “Well I’ll never even come close to that… I might as well give up…” And we feel discouraged and we become disheartened and we are already falling.

Neither scenario is the way Jesus wants us to live. Comparing ourselves to others is deadly, and when we start extending that bad habit to how we parent, we bring our children into a situation without any good options. This is not of Christ, my dear sisters. This is not freedom. This is not truth. This is not joy.

I have three antidotes to offer, ones I’m learning to apply in my life as I try to drop this comparing habit and start living the way God wants me to live.

1. Quit demanding too little of yourself.

Okay, so I’ll just be honest here. I feel best about how I’m doing as a parent after a trip to the mall, or Chuck E. Cheese, or even the grocery store. If I get the privilege of watching another family whose children are clearly out of control, I walk away feeling pretty confident about my own parenting skills. After all, my kid didn’t shove that little girl off the slide in the play area. My kid didn’t scream and refuse to eat because the pizza had pepperoni on it. My kid didn’t grab boxes of Mac’n'Cheese and launch them across the aisle…

But my kids do other things that require my vigilance, attention, and loving discipline. My bad habit of comparing makes me apathetic to those other things.

Colossians 1:10 tells me to “walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work.” That’s my standard. That’s where I need to look and see how I measure up. Am I walking worthy of the Lord who gave me these children? Am I being fruitful in every good work as I raise them? Hmm.

2. Quit following the blind.

You’ve heard the adage about the blind leading the blind, haven’t you? That’s what I do when I base my values and decisions on what other Mommies are doing. They may have clear leading from the Holy Spirit, they may have based their decisions on Biblical principles… but I don’t know that. And what if they didn’t? What if they, like me, are often just stumbling along, looking around, and making random decisions based on what other people are doing? Is that really the foundation I want for the way I raise my children?

No, it isn’t. And even if the woman I am watching is following Jesus, what He directs her to do may not be what He directs me to do. God is very personal.

Colossians 2:2-3 tells me that it is in God that I will find “all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.” Colossians 2:8 tells me that I should “beware lest any man spoil [me]… after the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ.” People may not mean to mislead me, but they might anyway. Why would I take chances when I can go to the source of perfect wisdom?

3. Quit feeling inadequate.

It is such a temptation to just wander into the forest of self-pity and stay there for days at a time. I can get lost there so completely that I lose my vision, I lose my joy, I lose the knowledge of who I am in Jesus Christ.
It’s the first step we need to avoid, and it usually starts when I start looking around at other women. Then I ask myself impossible questions: “What does she have that I don’t? Why is God blessing her finances/work/relationships/ministry and not mine? Why doesn’t my house look that good? How does she have it so together? She has so much more. She has better this and that. She has an easier situation. I can never get there…”

I allow the frustration to make me feel inadequate, unable, defeated, and then I just settle into this swamp of selfish self-pity. What a horrible way to spend my precious days!

Colossians 2:10 tells me that I am “complete in Him, who is the head of all principality and power.” Colossians 3:9-10 tells me that I have “put off the old man with his deeds. And have put on the new man, which is renewed in knowledge after the image of him who created him…” I never see the complete picture of another Mommy’s life; that’s why I shouldn’t try to compare myself with the part I do see. My vision is imperfect; that’s why I look to Jesus, who has perfect vision.

Don’t fall into the comparison trap. No one else looks like you because no one else is supposed to.
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This post is linked up with Steady Mom’s 30-Minute Blogging Challenge. 24 minutes to write.

Pipe Cleaners Bring Out the Crafty in Everyone! 2

I’m not a crafty person, like, at all.

Once I tried to decorate cupcakes for our church’s harvest party. They were chocolate cupcakes with chocolate icing, and I had this yellow and orange decorator’s gel, and I thought, “How hard can it be to draw a little leaf shape on the top of the cupcake?”
Pretty doowopping difficult, as it turns out, at least for me. The leaves looked like mutilated spider webs, so I just dumped a lot of decorator’s sugar over the top and let it be. Sometimes you just need to know what you’re not good at…

But then with kids you don’t get to just avoid the things you’re not good at. Instead, you get challenged and inspired and sometimes you just grit your teeth and make yourself do whatever it is needs to be done for their general welfare, well-being, and development into a semi-normal person. I’m still not sure that “crafty stuff” is necessary for development into a semi-normal person, but I am no authority on things normal. So. Wanting to give my children some chance at a “normal life” (whatever that is) and feeling Mom-guilt upon perusing blogs of people who, apparently, have crafty as their middle names, and (this is the real kicker, I can ignore the other two) seeing how Mara and Robbie light up whenever I pull out things pertaining to artsy endeavors or general craftiness…
I pulled out the pipe cleaners.
And the yarn.
And the scissors.
And the construction paper.
And the (sigh) glue sticks. I hate glue sticks. Glue sticks are supposed to prevent glue messes, but somehow that’s never the result for us. Oh well. Fun is worth it!

And we had fun a nd were semi-crafty, at least as crafty as it gets around here.
I made yarn pictures of their names. Zeke didn’t get one because he was napping. And because he would have eaten the yarn. And the pipe cleaners. And the glue sticks.
And helped Robbie draw a rocket ship, because last night Daddy told us about rocket ships and rocket science and astronauts and planets and outer space and, most importantly, the FIRE that comes out of the rocket when it takes off from earth…

And helped Mara make a picture of balloons: YARN balloons! Who knew there was such a thing? I did not until we started making them. Watch out, crafty Mamas, we’re starting to get creative over here!

And then we made the fun chains of pipe cleaners and had rousing games of “make the pipe cleaners hisssss and squirm like snakes” and “wave the chains of pipe cleaners around while jumping and singing songs” before hanging them on the windows. Who needs curtains when you have pipe cleaners?

All this craftiness is wearing me out. I need to go bake something and then NOT decorate it.

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I linked this post to Se7en’s Fabulous Friday Fun #10! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee! :)

Parenting 101: The Greatest Joy Comments Off

It is 8:30 on a Saturday night and I am about to gorge myself on good chocolate and books. I am full of resolution. I am full of cheer. I am alone with the hot running water, in a cocoon the color of the shower curtain. My library loot is stacked beside me on the handmade, colored “Mara HEARTS Daddy” step stool. A pile of Ghirardellis on the ledge of the tub, next to my bottle of cold water.

Joe’s out snowboarding, the 3-under-3 are sleeping, and tonight I’m kicking it Mommy-style. Mommy after 3 days of no-routines, messy-house, movie-overload, good-times chaos. Mommy after 3 days of feeling slightly guilty that she has trouble going with the flow and that
she kind of resents the extra work that results from all this fun. continue reading…

Parenting 101: I’m Always There 3


I’m always there.
I’m overseeing every moment of their little lives. Even on bad hair days.

They may not know it, but
I’m always close, watching, listening, protecting.
Why? Right now, it’s about guiding and training their behavior, protecting them from any sort of abuse, and guarding their little hearts from fear, insecurity, confusion.
That means I don’t just blithely send them off to whatever activity or childcare is offered. My default is that they stay with me. I want to know what’s going on with them, what they’re experiencing. I have to be there to know that.

I choose very carefully the people who take care of them when I need a sitter – it’s grandparents or Aunties or, very rarely, a single gal I know and trust who has a great track record with us. I have a few other standbys – married women who are raising/have raised kids in the same kind of protecting, nurturing way – but every there I’m careful, prayerful. Paranoid? Maybe, but I don’t think so. These children – my children – are innocent little travelers in a big, rough world.


They’ll grow up and be capable of handling it, but that’s not for a while yet. Right now their hearts and minds are so tender, impressionable. A scary cartoon has a big effect. If I let them loose into a world of confusing, conflicting adult standards, the number of negative experiences would increase 1000%. Not all would be really bad. A kid doesn’t have to be abused to become hurt, scared, and unsure about right and wrong.
I want my children to grow up to be adults who know right and wrong as absolutes and who have a positive, optimistic outlook. Differing standards and negative experiences undermine those two goals. No, I can’t control everything. I’m not saying I always say no, or that I never let them out to learn and interact. I am saying this, though: I’m there.

I’m there to see what happens, to explain, to shield, to provide security and reason even when things are difficult. I tell my kids the truth. When our dog died, I told them. When they asked if Gigi (my step Mom) was my Mommy, I explained: No, my Mommy died. (Their answer: Like our doggie died? Yes, kids, death is death.)
They live in this fallen world too and they can’t be shielded from all pain, nor should they be. But I’m in charge of their pain management. Joe and I are the interpreters of the world for them. When big scary things happen, we are there to put it in context for them. And you don’t know what a big scary thing is to them unless you’re there.

So. Unless one of my tried-and-true, trusted sitters is available, our kids stay with me. And even when the sitters are available, most of the time our kids stay with me. I love them. I want them with me. I want to be there. We leave them maybe twice a month for a date night out. Other times we have date night in (better dress code…).
I pass on most Mommy’s Day Out, drop and shop, etc programs where there are way too many factors out of my control. Every week or two, when I get claustrophobic and need time to be me-sans-Mommyness, Joe keeps the kids at home and I go out for a couple of hours.

For classes and fun stuff like dance or gym or sports that I want them to be part of (and there aren’t many), I make sure 1) it’s a group deal with 2+ adults there at all times and 2) I stay and watch to see how things go for a while before I leave, IF I leave and 3) I’m always early for pickup time, to see how things wrap up and to be sure my child isn’t left alone unsupervised or uncertain about what’s net. I avoid situations that I can’t predict with accuracy when it comes to leaving my children.


That’s the place I’ve come to with my kids. They are very young right now, and as they grow we will have a bit more freedom. But I come back to this truth: these little people are given to me as a trust. No one else has the heart and instinct and mind to mother my children, because God gave that to me. I’m their Mom, and these days of intensive mothering are few and swiftly passing. I want to make the most of them.

(Poor kids. This means they’re definitely going to end up weird like me. Mwahahaha.)

What do you think? How do you handle the endless opportunities for outings? What are you standards? How do you fit in alone time?

This post is part of the 30-Minute Blogging Challenge at SteadyMom.

5-Minute Motivation: Your Power to Influence for Good 1

The most potent influence for good that the world knows is a whole minded Christian home.
In such a home the life of the parents expresses their convictions rather than their frailties and their instruction of the children in the truths of the Christian faith is easy and natural, for it is but an explanation of the motives which actually determine the behavior which the children see and the conditions of life which they share.
Such a home is quiet, unhurried, without strain and stress.

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The feelings and emotions inducted within the children by the contagion of sympathy are unhectic, sound, and wholesome.
The suggestions of such a home are in right directions, its unconscious models worthy of imitation.
Its authority is reasonable, its spirit that of mutual affection, its members are friends and comrades who stick together in work and in play.

In such a home the kingdom of God begins to come on earth,

that Kingdom which will come fully when all men realize that they have one Father and are brethren.
To such a home many of us can look back, and we thank God that it imparted its spirit, not just by precept or instruction, but by the uncounted, unintended vital influences of its atmosphere.
Text from “ The Training of Children in the Christian Home” by Luther Allan Weigle.

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