Boy (n.): A little cyclone of sanctification [Confessions of a Weary Boy-Mama]

Boy (n.): A little cyclone of sanctification [Confessions of a Weary Boy-Mama]

Another household item became the victim of our 4 year old son. Last week, it was the mirror hanging by the stairs. To me, it was a wedding gift and favorite decor item. To my son, it was just another jungle gym piece to hang on. 

The mirror did not do well as a jungle gym piece. 

Thankfully it didn’t shatter and my son was not hurt. It was clearly an over-abundance-of-energy-type accident and my son was clearly sorry. But my heart still sank. 

I snapped a picture, evidence of the crazy life I live. In the reflection of my broken mirror are the familiar words I really needed to see: “Set your minds on things above” from Colossians 3:2.

The mirror is a material object, with a little bit of sentimental value, sure. But it’s just a thing. I tell my son over and over again, people are more important than things.

So I hug him. I love him. I ask God for wisdom for the right kind of consequence to train him, to not just punish him. I want to help him grow through this, but I can tell God is already helping me grow through this.

As my son embodies boyhood more and more each day, I tend to reach the end of my patience rope sooner. So I pray for a longer rope. The Holy Spirit answers with moments like this to remind me of what really matters. I can’t argue with His provision, even though it’s not the type rope-lengthener I was hoping for (spa day anyone?). 

I surrender, choosing to set my mind on what God is doing, in both of us, not just how the day has been derailed or the house got torn apart. 

Dried leaves cannot be replaced and neither will this precious memory.

If you have a son, I’d love to hear any tips and tricks for training sons into Godly, courageous gentlemen. And, perhaps more personally, I’d love to hear what kinds of lessons has Jesus taught you through your son through the years!

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Feel free to respond directly to this email with your stories, or leave a comment for me via social media.

Choosing joy,

One blessed boy-mom

P.S.: When I showed my husband the damage, his first question was, “how many pull-ups did he get before it broke?” Another lesson learned: when it comes to boy-chaos, humor is can be a helpful go-to reaction.

P.P.S.: My husband patched the mirror back together, though it is a bit mangy now. I may re-home it someday, but for now it hangs as a herald God’s grace in our home.

2019-08-28T17:37:17+00:00

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