I give a lot of thought into what kind of Mom I want to be. I like to think some of my parenting traits come naturally- my affection towards my kids, the fact that I strive to make them happy. But some things I have to actively work at- like how to react when no one in my house is listening to a blessed thing I say or how to speak to one of the kids when they’ve done something especially wrong.
I also give a lot of thought as my kids are getting older and have their own opinions on everything on how I want to guide them. What I want to encourage, what I want them to steer away from, how I can help nurture whatever God given talents, interests and quirks they have.
A couple of days I ago I was directed to a post on a blog called My Son Is Gay. The gist of the post is how the author’s 5 year old son wanted to dress as Daphne from Scooby Doo for Halloween- complete with the long red-haired wig, sparkly tights & skirt. When the mom and her son went to school that day, the other kid’s thought her son’s outfit was awesome. The other moms? Not so much. At the end of her post, the author writes:
My job as his mother is not to stifle that man that he will be, but to help him along his way. Mine is not to dictate what is ‘normal’ and what is not, but to help him become a good person.
I hate to steal directly from another writer but that right there sums up perfectly how I hope the Hubs & I raise not only Scorch, but Bean too. I want nothing more for them then for them to grow up being a good people. Happy, generous, loving people. The kind of people who are comfortable in their own skin and who take the time to smile and hold the door for someone. The kind of people who strive to do good in the world, to make their mark through their friendship & love.
A little goody-too-shoes, I admit. But I think this world could use a few more good people.