Dear Mom in the baseball bleachers~
Your daughter's shorts are too short. I think so, which isn't really the point. The point is YOU think they are too short, but as you said, "It just isn't worth the fight." Um, yes it is.
Yes. It. Is. Because it isn't actually about the shorts. It's about being afraid to say and do the hard right thing. We are afraid of parenting. Afraid they won't like us, afraid we will harm their self-esteem, afraid of looking "mean", afraid of upsetting them, afraid of not being the cool parent. Just plain afraid. Or maybe, just plain tired. Either way, the job has got to get done.
Be brave Mom. We are called to "train a child up in the way that he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it" (Proverbs 22:6). Think about the 30 year old you want her to be. The thoughtful, people-loving, human being that is a plus to society. The one that exhibits love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control (Galatians 5:22-23). That's quite a list and quite a human being.
It's our job to set limits, and establish boundaries. Discipline (the ugly word for the 2016 parent) isn't about gaining control; it's about training, teaching, instructing. We're the mama hens, these are our chicks and we rule the roost. Sound to domineering? Well, it is. In the best sense of the word. Please rule the roost. Our chicks are looking to us to figure out what to do, and who to be. And we are just the ones to do it! I promise our hard, consistent work will pay off in the end.
We are not alone on the battlefield. Find the friend who understands the battle cry and is willing to walk alongside you.
We are what we repeatedly do, excellence is not an act, but a habit.
*You might have missed last week's post 'Imperfect Dad' due to some technical difficulties I had. Please scroll down to read. It may be past Father's Day, but the sentiment remains the same.