Yesterday as I waited for Christopher's class to come back so I could take them to the cafeteria, I stood in the hallway and admired an international student showcase. Each student had recorded his family's story about how they came to America. Flags from every continent on the globe were represented. (To order the flag stickers in this illustration for your next project, click here.)
I was particularly touched by the contribution of adopted twins. One child told the story of how they flew on a plane to meet their parents from Beijing ... the other told the story of the ancestors of their "forever family." It was clear that each of these stories were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children. Their faces were Chinese ... but their hearts had fully embraced the Slavic and British roots of their parents.
Another parent was standing next to me, and I was just about to point out the twin's posters when she spoke. "You know ... this project was really too advanced for these kids. It required a LOT of parental help, and I'm not sure ours is good enough to go up there."
This was coming from one of the more "visible" and active mothers at the school. She looked so anxious, and her comment so surprised me, that it took me a moment to respond intelligently. "Everybody has their particular talents ... we just use them the best we can, right?"
That wasn't right. She replied, "My father died, and we just got back from the funeral, and then we had to put THIS together ... and ..." Her voice broke.
The poor woman. Gently I patted her shoulder. "That's so hard. I think that given your situation you can cut yourself some slack for six months or so. Sometimes we just have to shoot for 'good enough,' you know?"
Sometimes we are our own worst enemy. We "should" all over ourselves with long, sideways glances at how other moms are doing it. And somehow we always fall just a wee tad short.
It's the ugly Envy Monster, my dear sisters. It feels awful, and it poisons the soul. Fortunately, each of us have a special antidote that God places inside us, dormant, waiting for release.
That gift is contentment. The distinctively feminine ability to assess a situation and offer ourselves the same grace we would naturally extend our best friend.
"Okay, God. It's really tempting right now to get discouraged with all the things I am NOT getting done (like she seems to be). So today I choose to entrust my day to you. I'm going to offer every minute back to You, and trust that You will help me accomplish today exactly what I'm supposed to."
Try it. It's amazing what we can accomplish when our eyes are "on the prize."
Do you struggle with envy, or one of the other seven little dwarves ... I mean, deadly sins? Pick up a copy of Raising Up Mommy, and let's fight it together!
I was particularly touched by the contribution of adopted twins. One child told the story of how they flew on a plane to meet their parents from Beijing ... the other told the story of the ancestors of their "forever family." It was clear that each of these stories were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children. Their faces were Chinese ... but their hearts had fully embraced the Slavic and British roots of their parents.
Another parent was standing next to me, and I was just about to point out the twin's posters when she spoke. "You know ... this project was really too advanced for these kids. It required a LOT of parental help, and I'm not sure ours is good enough to go up there."
This was coming from one of the more "visible" and active mothers at the school. She looked so anxious, and her comment so surprised me, that it took me a moment to respond intelligently. "Everybody has their particular talents ... we just use them the best we can, right?"
That wasn't right. She replied, "My father died, and we just got back from the funeral, and then we had to put THIS together ... and ..." Her voice broke.
The poor woman. Gently I patted her shoulder. "That's so hard. I think that given your situation you can cut yourself some slack for six months or so. Sometimes we just have to shoot for 'good enough,' you know?"
Sometimes we are our own worst enemy. We "should" all over ourselves with long, sideways glances at how other moms are doing it. And somehow we always fall just a wee tad short.
It's the ugly Envy Monster, my dear sisters. It feels awful, and it poisons the soul. Fortunately, each of us have a special antidote that God places inside us, dormant, waiting for release.
That gift is contentment. The distinctively feminine ability to assess a situation and offer ourselves the same grace we would naturally extend our best friend.
"Okay, God. It's really tempting right now to get discouraged with all the things I am NOT getting done (like she seems to be). So today I choose to entrust my day to you. I'm going to offer every minute back to You, and trust that You will help me accomplish today exactly what I'm supposed to."
Try it. It's amazing what we can accomplish when our eyes are "on the prize."
Do you struggle with envy, or one of the other seven little dwarves ... I mean, deadly sins? Pick up a copy of Raising Up Mommy, and let's fight it together!
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3 comments:
Once again, you're right on, Heidi. I know I've struggled with the Envy Monster, but thanks to God's grace and wisdom from moms like you, I'm slaying that green-eyed beast! :) God bless you!
As usual, RIGHT ON, Heidi, and thank you!
This is exactly what I needed to hear today. Thank you so much!
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