Parenting with Purpose
A few weeks ago – I was in my upstairs laundry room, which looks down onto our back yard. I seized the moment to lean my elbows onto the window sill and watch my little boy play in the sunshine.
The day had arrived, and Sam came running into the house exclaiming that God did a miracle and all of the pretty yellow flowers were out.
Don’t you just love them mommy, they are so pretty!!
No, Sam. I do not.
Wide-eyed , and shocked by my answer, he asked, “Why Mommy?”
They are weeds Sam. They may look pretty – those yellow flowers called dandelions – but they are a weed, and they spread, and that is why every year we have more and more.
Sam – Mommy doesn’t mind you playing with them, but please do not spread the seeds of the white fluffy dandelions. They will spread.
Ok Mommy. Off he ran to enjoy his Miracle.
Fast forward – to the sunny day where I am enjoying the view God gave me from my laundry room.
Sam is jumping through the FIELD of dandelions. He is picking them, making bouquets, and making paths through them.
I was shocked to lean forward further in the window, to see Sam look around, to see if any one was looking. (Any one as in me),,,, Pick the white fluffy dandelions, close his eyes, make a wish, and then…
He stood for only a second and watched those seeds drift into the wind and then take flight.
I stood for more than a moment thinking about Motherhood.
It was then that he began to chase every last seed and catch it between the palm of his hands, snuffing out its potential to take root, and to squash the guilt he had over what he had done.
He feverishly ran those little boy legs until every last seed was caught, and the ones that landed on the ground, he hunted down.
Then he sat, on the grass,, in the sun, and layed his head into his hands.
I was stunned.
He had been making wishes. Enjoying the sunshine and the Miracle God gave Him.
When I first told my husband this story, he was quiet and reserved. This morning before he left for work he quietly whispered in my ear..
He said, “ I don’t want to sound idealistic or harsh – but I love dandelions too. And Our little boy loves those flowers. Let him enjoy them.”
Me, the Promotor of All Things Joyful – FAIL!
I had been thinking about those dandelions as weeds – Relating them to How our Vision in Motherhood can be chocked out by external circumstances.
All day, I mulled over my husbands words that started my day.
How did I lose the Vision even in that moment of Parenting? Robbing my son of his waiting expectations for the yellow flowers that have overcome my lawn.
I stood corrected. Gently. My Vision for finding the Joy was once again restored.
Take heart moms – Your purpose and vision is always held in the hand of your Heavenly Father – keeping it safe.
There is a Redeemer.
Mother’s – Re-Capture your Vision – Your purpose. Define it. Let it be made known.
Will you share today – What will your Vision look like in your every day?
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Now that you have shared your Vision with me.
What will your Vision look like in your every day?