through everyday, ordinary people.
First off–let me say that it was much easier writing this blog when no one read it. Sort of like my online diary that couldn’t get erased when my hard drive died. Now, people that I KNOW have read my blog and that puts some pressure on me. I guess that I just assumed that if anyone read this, I probably didn’t know them. There are quite a few people in the world and I’m really not that popular. God told me to put this out to the Universe, and He made sure the Universe (or six of the Universe) is reading. I should have expected it. Even desired it. What writer doesn’t want to be read?
Second, I’ve discovered that “spanking” and “punishment” are not exactly a good key words for a parenting/slightly religious blog. When I saw I was getting hits and Googled my blog, it appeared right up there with Miss Lydia, The Punisher. Now, there are days that my daughter would call me The Punisher, but I do NOT have any outfits like Miss Lydia wears. Not that I don’t wish I COULDN’T fit into some of them (and believe me, I couldn’t.) Black is slimming but this is ridiculous. Along those same lines, even though spanking may be out of vogue with parents, there are quite a few adults who apparently do enjoy the pastime.
But, by putting my poor parenting behavior out to the Universe, God made sure that the right people saw my blog and were able to give me feedback.
Actually, the two most powerful pieces of information came from strangers who haven’t read my blog (as far as I know). I am making an assumption here, but the one was a mother whose daughter wants a play date with my daughter and I kinda doubt the mom would have been quite so eager if she was totally aware of my parenting techniques. Then again…
So when I was picking my daughter up from track, one of her coaches said, “Your daughter was very, very sweet. I commented how I was going home to eat cereal for dinner and she invited me to dinner at your church. She said I can come any Wednesday. That was so nice.”
Huh. Sweet. Generous. Charitable. Nice.
And the mother, she said her daughter was very excited about getting together with my daughter, “I have to say, your daughter has such a unique perspective on the world. I really enjoyed talking to her, she is so enthusiastic and creative.”
Unique. Enjoyed talking to her. Enthusiastic. Creative.
So, she isn’t entirely crazy for everyone. Just me.
But what I find more interesting is how, after have a hard time finding anything lovable about my oldest girl, the Universe hands me two strangers who offer up kind, unsolicited compliments about her.
Is this going to change things. I doubt it. Just this morning, she proclaimed that she hated me and didn’t want to live with us anymore. “I’ll get the phone and start making calls,” was my snarky retort.
And I wonder where she gets it from. I guess that’s something I need to take up with God. At my Small Group tonight, we spoke about having problems with other people–not particularly children–more the obnoxious clerk, mean co-worker, or snooty neighbor. The conclusion was that, as Christians, we are to pray for our enemies (and frienemies). But not necessarily for them to change (wouldn’t THAT be nice). We are to pray for US to change. For God to change our perspective, our attitude, our actions that might be responsible for instigating or encouraging the conflict.
Crap. I was so hoping I could be blame-free in all of this. But I guess if I’m going to be lucky enough to have God speaking to me, I have to remember that He knows a lot more than me. Our actions and reactions to situations make who we are. My daughter is only 9, and I’m still the parent.
By the way, I got a phone call from the school about my son yesterday. But that’s another post.