Today I am making soup for dinner. We are experiencing bitterly cold temperatures, possibly snow tomorrow, and I need something warm and hearty. This is an old family recipe. It’s a bunch of randomness put in a crockpot and slow cooked for 6-8 hours. The result is deliciousness that warms my soul.
This reminds me of motherhood. For several reasons…
- Food. I am constantly feeding someone in this house.
- Slow cooking a bunch of randomness that results in greatness.
Isn’t that what parenting is? I have to constantly remind myself this is a long distance marathon, not a sprint. Sometimes I get so easily distracted in the moment and feel like I have failed. There are many areas this touches on: mothering, discipline, homeschool, getting along with each other, etc.
Each moment of each day is randomness in the crockpot of parenting. We are slow cooking all these teaching moments with faith that we are leading our children to greatness in adulthood. Greatness being defined as children that are passionate about loving and serving God. I consistently pray that my boys will shake the kingdom for God. Change the world around them. Love people with a deep passion. Fight injustice. Serve those around them. This is my mothers heart. But it doesn’t happen overnight.
We must think about parenting for the long haul. My #2 is my mini me. I am parenting myself. I get so easily angered with him. He is mouthy and quite often a smart aleck. It drives me bonkers. He is only five. Jesus help me. Please Lord. Please. Too often I expect that I should have to tell him one time to stop running his mouth and BAM he will never do it again. Proverbs 22:6 states, “Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.” I constantly have to remind myself of this simple little verse.
To train up requires work. This same word also means dedication. I have to be dedicated to this mission. I am training my boys for the road to take. Strongs Definition translates “in the way” as the course of life. I am dedicated to teaching them the course of life, so when they have reached maturity, they won’t depart from it. This is slow cooking.
So how do I parent for the long haul? Constantly remind myself we are slow cooking. Each teachable moment is randomness added to the pot. Consistency is key. Although I feel like a broken record, that broken record will stick with them. Take a deep breath Momma, we got this.