“What in the world is stuck in your eyebrow? I’m hoping
that’s smashed banana because the alternative is way grosser...”
“Oh no, I bet I don’t want to know what this is on the wall.
And I just cleaned the handrails and yet now I’m sticking to them.”
“Please get clothes ready before you get undressed in the
bathroom so that you don’t have to streak down the hall – what if a visitor was
here?”
The script for parenting doesn’t
exist but the adlibbing that goes on is often entertaining, sometimes
exasperating, occasionally disgusting, and always comes with twists and turns
that would challenge even the surprise endings of an M. Night Shyamalan movie
(I’m thinking of his early stuff like The
Sixth Sense…)
Being a parent has taught me things
that I wasn’t prepared to learn. It has taught me things I wish I could unlearn
(oh the bodily fluids I wish I could erase from my memory…) and it has taught
me things I’m not sure I could have ever learned in another way.
Most importantly parenting has
brought me closer to my Heavenly Father. There is nowhere to learn more quickly
about God’s unconditional love than as a parent. My kids can do things to scare
me, disappoint me, anger me, and break my heart, but they cannot do anything to
make me stop loving them. It’s nowhere near the truly unconditional love that
our Heavenly Father has for us but it is the best glimpse that we can have.
In the less-than-perfect moments
that come far too often in our crazy home, I find that Heavenly Father may have
had more than just unconditional love to teach us through our experience as
parents.
The other day I was sitting at the
bench by our kitchen table and my one-year-old decided that he wanted to
venture under that bench and then attempt to sit up, and then he bonked his
head. I comforted him and then sent him off to another spot while I tried to
finish what I was doing. He came back. And proceeded to do the exact same thing
again. He crawled under and bonked his head when he tried to sit up. A few
kisses, a few distracting toys and a room relocation (for him) later, I tried
to again finish my task at the table (I think it might have just been trying to
eat lunch after everyone else was finished). Sure enough the little dude was
back in record time, attempting to again navigate the limited space under the
kitchen bench and still, when he sat up, he hit his head. I finally looked at
this stubborn little cherub and said, “Why do you keep doing the same thing
over and over again and getting hurt?! “Buddy, you keep bumping your head, you
don’t fit under there. I don’t want you to get hurt any more! Stop trying to go
under the bench!” I tend to talk to one-year-olds about like I talk to anyone
else, in case you thought the word choice didn’t sound age appropriate. But it
was after I felt exasperated by my toddler’s deviant choices that I realized
this is how Heavenly Father has to have felt with me so many times. “Carissa,
why do you keep making that same wrong choice over and over again? Every time
you do it, you get hurt and I tell you to do something different and you keep
coming back, sometimes quicker than is even comprehensible, and you get hurt
again, every time. I don’t want you to get hurt! Stop doing this!”
This same toddling man (he’s quite
a rebel, or at very least, a handful) is the hardest kid to take camping
because he wants to walk into the fire! Not close to, not around, he wants to
walk straight into it. Think of the movie A Bug's Life here with the fly that is going
toward the bug zapper and says, “I can’t help it, it’s so beautiful” – that is
my little man. I spend the whole smore’s festivities trying to keep him from
visiting the burn unit at the hospital. I have saved his life more times than
he will ever know.
Again Heavenly Father has to have
looked at me and my choices and thought, “Why are you trying to walk into the
fire? There are a lot of ways to enjoy the fire without walking into it. I love
you so much that I have saved you more times than you will ever know. I have
saved you from so much pain, sometimes physically, sometimes emotionally and
have even saved you from spiritual pain. Stay away from the fire so that you
can be safe.” I wonder with some of the impulsive follies of my youth how often
a loving Heavenly Father, unbeknownst to me, stepped in and saved me from
heading to the hospital or worse, heading to that place that is usually
depicted with fire (and brimstone…whatever the heck brimstone is – I’ll
probably Google it later…)
One that occurs often at our
residence right now is forgetting about other’s needs – especially the baby’s
needs. That little one-year-old needs a nap every day. I need him to nap every
day (remember he is the one that likes to bonk his head and walk into fires –
and I haven’t even touched on his smashing-finger-in-drawers exercises or his
insane need to constantly stand up in the tub). But it doesn’t matter how much
I’ve stressed the importance of his naps. It doesn’t matter how many times we
have had naptime at our house (this is baby #5!), it doesn’t matter that we
have places you can go (like the basement or outside) where you won’t wake the
baby even if you’re loud, we still have problems waking up the baby! He’s not
the best napper and he’s a little bit of a light sleeper so often we have music
or noise of some kind going on but he doesn’t sleep through three-year-old girl
tirades of bossiness and he does not doze through banging pans or falling
objects bouncing (or breaking) repeatedly off the tile on the kitchen floor and
surprisingly he also doesn’t sleep well through the sound of slamming doors!
Don’t these people care about their younger brother?! Don’t they care about my
sanity – naptime is the most productive time of my day – I need it like I need
water or air or chocolate. And yet, just today, we woke up the baby.
And with the ruined nap fresh in my
mind it’s easy for me to imagine Heavenly Father looking down at me and
thinking of all the times that instead of putting others’ needs first, I did
what I wanted to do without any thought of how those choices would affect those
around me. How many times have I forgotten to take care of those younger or
weaker than me? He has to have noticed that often I am loud in my anger and
don’t seem to care who it hurts. If God were capable of being frazzled then I
would have been in the mix of those to frazzle him.
Then
there are my older kids at dinner. Prior to the eating of the dinner, I’ve
spent time trying to come up with a variety of foods that might appeal to them,
taking into account prices, healthy choices, taste preferences, time to cook
etc. and then I have to shop for the ingredients and cook it and then (most of
the time) I manage to have something edible set out on the table. Inevitably
somebody, if not multiple bodies, make a comment about how they won’t eat it,
how awful it looks, or else they just quietly look like they are dry heaving on
the floor! These are not terrible children but the sight of a dinner that
actually took time and thought sends them off the deep end – far away from
kindness. Yes, we have discussed sacrifice, respect, gratitude, starving
children, and what the pioneers did or didn’t have to eat…. We have had to make
consequences for being rude and most of the comments have magically disappeared
but the disappointment on the faces is still evident and all I can think is after
all that I have put into this meal, is it such a big deal just to try it!? You
can’t tell if you like it or not by looking at it! That is ludicrous. A crazy
and unhealthy example of this pre-judging food items happened when one of my
boys wouldn’t try cotton candy because he thought it looked like it wouldn’t
taste good. It was after lots of coaxing and pointing out multiple times, “Come
on – it has the name CANDY in it!” that he finally tried it and guess what? He
liked it.
God has to wonder sometimes with
all the effort that has gone into His plan, with all the beauty in the world,
with all the messages sent through prophets and scriptures, with the Holy Ghost
there to testify of truth and of God, why won’t we even try it? Why won’t we
try having faith? Why won’t we try to read our scriptures? Why won’t we try
listening to the still small voice? Why do we look at the things of God and
turn up our noses before we even give them time? And once we do have some faith,
why not feast? Why nibble when the bounty is so great?
This is a very different problem
than the one I have with the previously mentioned one-year-old. My plea to him
usually is “Don’t put that in your mouth!” (Some of the offending objects have
been choking hazards, others include but are not limited to: a cigarette butt
at a park, a cockroach and cat poop – I wish one of those was hypothetical. Oh
dear, and yes there was brownish goo dripping out of the crunched cockroach
when I retrieved it – sorry I had to share because I decided I shouldn’t have
to be the only one eternally scarred by that image). But “Don’t put that in
your mouth” has to be another thought Heavenly Father has had as he watches
alcohol, drugs, and other awful things end some lives and ruin others.
There are so many times that I’ve
given direction or witnessed a behavior and had a “Heavenly Father experiences
this” thought:
“No you can’t have it right now, you’re not ready for it”
“Yes I know that your brother gets to do that now because
he’s older”
“You are different people and I have to discipline you
differently”
“You need to take turns so that everyone gets a chance”
“Nope, pants aren’t optional”
“I’ve taught you how to do this, you’ve done it before, you
should know how”
“You can’t play until after your homework is done”
“If you can just wait a little longer, it will be so worth
it”
“Share”
“Turn it off”
“Pay attention”
“Listen”
“Don’t walk away when I’m trying to talk to you”
“Take out the trash!”
“Yes, you have to help clean up the mess that you’ve made”
“Stop teasing your sister”
The lists could go on and on I’m
sure. As I ponder these, I can see God and my relationship with him better. I
better understand his commands and his concern for me. I’m humbled by the
weaknesses that I see in myself as I parent my children. And for the record, I
have fantastic children despite them having their own weaknesses.
Those fantastic children and their
example to me are another reason God gave us families. Because along with the
love that we learn from having them and the lessons that we teach them that
mirror some of God’s experiences with us; children testify of the reality of
God through their humble teachable natures. Nothing comforts me more when I am
tired and angry and sad and broken then a simple hug from a loving
five-year-old. When my oldest son was knocked unconscious in a sledding
accident and we thought we might lose him, nothing was sweeter than the tears
of his brothers who didn’t want to lose him and nothing was more welcome then a
2-year-old who was awed by the fact that her brother got to ride in an
ambulance AND a helicopter! She wasn’t concerned with the gravity of the
situation, her innocence saw the only the goodness. Nothing has been more of a
comfort than to see the simple faith that my children have as they go about
their day.
The other day I was down. I was
particularly overwhelmed by the deceit and evil in the world. I was feeling
helpless and a little worthless. I was feeling worried for the future of these
sweet children I have. I was constantly holding back tears all day. It was an
awful day until my now 3-year-old looked at me and said, “Heavenly Father wants
us to be happy, Mom.”
God used her to give me a message
that I needed to hear in that moment. What a tender mercy from heaven and what
a sweet spirit that little girl has.
Heavenly Father wants us to be
parents and have families because it’s here that we can have a piece of heaven
on earth and be left yearning for more so that we will seek God and his
kingdom. These children are His children and what a privilege to be able to
watch over them and learn from them.
It’s no wonder to me that the
Savior said that, “Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye
shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.” (Matt 18:3) And that “little
children do have words given unto them many times, which confound the wise and
the learned.” (Alma 32:23).
And even though there are so many
eternal lessons that you can learn through being a parent, it’s also easy to
miss if you’re not looking. It’s easy to go from day to day just getting
through and not stopping to think of the lessons of the day. I know because
I’ve done it. I’ve missed the little things before. I’ve been the parent that
was taking on the role of the child that forgot to listen.
And thankfully for each one of us
Heavenly is not just any father – he is the perfect Father. He is infinitely
patient so that even though he pleads with us to do what is right, he is always
there for us when we do what is wrong, even if we do it over and over and over
again. He sent His son because He loves us. He sent him to die for us and to be
resurrected so that we all can live again. He sent His son to suffer for our
sins and our pain so that we can never say, “No one knows how I feel.” He wants
us to stay and listen. He gives us rules and commandments because he wants us
to be happy. He doesn’t lose his temper when we stumble (like us mere human
parents might). He continues to love each one of us no matter what. This
doesn’t mean that he condones what we do. This doesn’t mean that there are no
consequences for wrongdoing – there are. But I am convinced of what it says in
Romans chapter 8 verses 38 & 39, “For I am persuaded, that neither death,
nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present nor
things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to
separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
God loves us and nothing we can do
will stop that. God has a listening ear. He wants us to come to Him in our
trials and in our joyful times. He wants to hear about our day, our struggles,
and our triumphs. Because he is perfect and infinite our trust in him can be
perfect.
He is the model for which we should
strive as parents to emulate.
I firmly believe that the family is central to God’s plan and that there is nowhere to come closer to Him then within the walls of a loving home. I know not every home is ideal. I know that not every parent is even trying to be like Heavenly Father in how they parent. I know that some people never get a chance to marry and still others never have the opportunity to have children. I don’t know all the answers as to why this happens. I know that God loves his children. I know that different children have to learn differently. I know that sometimes things aren’t fair. I hold on to the faith that through the Atonement some day all things will be made fair. I hold on to the faith that if we just wait, there are great things in store and that in the end no blessing will be withheld from the righteous. I hold onto the belief that everyone can help to parent someone around him or her. I believe that the children on this earth rely on the goodness and faith of all the wonderful adult examples around them. And ultimately as a parent I have learned that I do not have all the answers but I rely on someone that does. And if I rely on Him, then I will have happiness and joy because “Heavenly Father wants us to be happy” – being a parent taught me that. (:
I firmly believe that the family is central to God’s plan and that there is nowhere to come closer to Him then within the walls of a loving home. I know not every home is ideal. I know that not every parent is even trying to be like Heavenly Father in how they parent. I know that some people never get a chance to marry and still others never have the opportunity to have children. I don’t know all the answers as to why this happens. I know that God loves his children. I know that different children have to learn differently. I know that sometimes things aren’t fair. I hold on to the faith that through the Atonement some day all things will be made fair. I hold on to the faith that if we just wait, there are great things in store and that in the end no blessing will be withheld from the righteous. I hold onto the belief that everyone can help to parent someone around him or her. I believe that the children on this earth rely on the goodness and faith of all the wonderful adult examples around them. And ultimately as a parent I have learned that I do not have all the answers but I rely on someone that does. And if I rely on Him, then I will have happiness and joy because “Heavenly Father wants us to be happy” – being a parent taught me that. (: