Recently, had a friend tell me that her upbringing was very strict and for that reason she was not strict with her kids. I told her, my upbringing was very strict but I was making all the same mistakes my parents made because even though they were terrible parents we all turned out to be pretty good people.
That was tongue in cheek.
My parents are great people and yes, they were strict and although my siblings and I are not perfect and have not led perfectly righteous lives, none of us have been arrested or jailed (I know for me that this was a result of prayer and the sheer grace of God because it could have gone differently), all of us gave our hearts to Jesus, all of us married men who we met in church, we all attend and serve in our churches, we take our children to church, we are good citizens, we obey the law, we are all good friends, we love each other and are only mildly dysfunctional (anyone who says they aren’t dysfunctional or who seems like they aren’t…they are likely extremely dysfunctional…choose your crazy).
I decided to rear my children in a similar strict fashion as my parents.
Now my parents tell me I am being “too strict”. I laugh on the inside because they don’t remember when we were young. My mom had to have been super strict…her house was always clean ; immaculate and she had three kids and a daycare. I have two kids and can’t seem to keep my floor clean.
Several weeks ago my parents got on my case about the boy. My dad, who was really scary when I was little was telling me to dial it back. (All the grand kids are a little scared of him…I think it’s the deep voice). I had a few choice words which I kept to myself. I did take to prayer. What my family thinks is important but what God thinks is most important. As I prayed, God impressed upon me how gracious my parents are. For you see, they love my son. My son is adopted and there are some people who might not love him as much as they do because he isn’t a “biological” grandchild; not my family. When we adopted him, they adopted him. That’s the kind of people they are.
So if I am strict, it’s okay. Because one thing my parents taught me (and this is what made the biggest difference) is prayer. Yes, I am strict and I also pray for myself (to be a godly parent) and I pray for my kids (I hope they miss some of the land minds I stepped on).
My dad reads my blog so I want to take this opportunity once again to say, “Thank you”. Please tell mom.
Thank you for being the best parents you could be. Thank you for trying. Thank you for praying. Thank you for not giving up. Thank you.