Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Kids are Mean.

That's how I'm feeling right now.
Some kids are just plain mean.

Why? I don't know.
Do they see it modeled at home?
Do they hear their parents speaking harshly toward them or others?
Are they not valued so much that they feel that in their souls and take it out on others?
I don't know any of the answers.

I do know that days like today make me want to hug my kids close,
whisper reassurance that they are perfect in my eyes.
Remind them that God loves them even more than I do,
and He doesn't care what color their skin is,
how they speak,
or what their hair looks like.

I so badly want them to know that what really matters is their hearts.
What really matters is how they treat other people.
What really matters is how they love God and follow Him.

Pray with me that I will be able to raise children who value Him more than the world.
Pray with me that I will raise children who are soft spoken.
Pray with me that I will raise children who desire to live counter-culturally.

1 comment:

Amanda said...

I have had those feelings before. I have always taught my kid to be kind to everyone and understanding of differences. In Kindergarten we struggled first with a little girl in his class that teased him regularly only to find out she was the granddaughter of his teacher. I went in to talk to his teacher about the little girl. I expected to say some very strong words about this little girl, but the Lord softened my heart and I was very reasonable in my conversation. Later that same year Scottie defended a little girl against a group of little boys that were picking on her. That group then took up bullying him. Once again the teacher and now principal did nothing. It is so difficult. I asked the same questions you did. It was hard and at first I was angry at the kids but once again the Lord softened my heart and I realized such meanness came from somewhere else.
I questioned quitting school and homeschooling, but the Lord opened a beautiful avenue in a school where kindness is taught alongside with the scholastic curriculum and bullying is not tolerated. Pray and love and know you and God are enough to help them feel perfect.

On an upbeat, I thought about you and your sweet boys today. I ran our preschool program at the museum. I had beautiful boy who had recently been adopted from Africa. He did not even want to leave his mother's lap at first, but by the end he was letting me help him with his weaving project. It was such an enjoyment. He was such a sweetie and I loved watching his eyes light up as he ground corn and played our drum. He even sang along as we learned a Navajo song. He started out not sure that he wanted to be there and when they left he didn't want to go. I didn't get to ask much of the mom, she just apologized for his reluctance in the beginning and explained it with the tid bit on his adoption. I am excited to see him next month.

I pray with you for both your children and my son. I hope there are enough of us to raise a generation that will love others and stand against the meanness that riddles our society.