One of the perks of being a stay at home Mom is the ability to see into the lives of the friends of my children. Most of these children come from really good homes. Their parents love them, are involved, communicate with me, etc. A few come from homes that appear shiny and happy from the outside, but appearances are hard to keep up when you’re 8.
I see the behavior of these children, and their little cries for help that come through by punching, breaking stuff, acting crazy, doing anything, absolutely anything to get any kind of attention, and it breaks my heart.
I want to be a part of the solution. I want for these children to see a family who loves to be together like ours. I want these kids to see Rob treat me and the girls with respect. I want our house to be a part of God’s Kingdom come to Earth.
When I see these kids acting out in all kinds of ways for attention, it does a few things to me. I struggle balancing anger and frustration with grace and compassion. I get tipped off to the anger side pretty quickly when I see these kids being hurt over and over again. I want to love them and treat them special and like unique individuals, showing them that God loves them and has a wonderful plan for their lives. Then they break my lawn furniture and punch my daughter and write with a Sharpie on my floor…
It’s all a very interesting balance that I haven’t quite figured out yet.