I should know better as a former teacher. We started with the cereal boxes ... almost everything we did, my daughter reminded, “Mom, my teacher said ...”
My thoughts were bordering on laughter and frustration. I had to laugh at my “boss” but I was wondering about the directives of the teacher. I’d long forgotten where I’d buried that paper, and I’d only received it four days before the due date.
I have to think about things and roll them around in my empty cranium for a bit and this did not allow for that. In a quandary about the end product, wanting to fuss but knowing my child needed to be stretched, we cut, glued, and drew.
I felt like she’d gotten the hardest one, but I knew there really was nothing to it. I knew too that every other parent felt some level of frustration, and just how good were they expecting this to be? Did they want it parent perfect? Did they want it child completed? How much was I to help under the direction of my 6-year old boss?
Luckily, ours was a plain rectangular prism attached to a taller rectangular prism and very plain. (Did I mention it would be plain?)
How accurate did we need to be? If I’d only had more time ... I felt inadequate and didn’t like it.
As my daughter pitched in to help, she began to add windows and such features. The two-tone building had taken on another dimension. It had pink, purple and green windows.
Funny, I hadn’t noticed that in the pictures I’d taken. All the while, my chatterbox was talking about how bee-yoo-tee-full the project was turning out! “Mommy,” she encouraged me, “it only matters that we tried our best.”
Ah! I am still learning and my children are my teachers.
God doesn’t expect us to be perfect. We berate ourselves for some of our efforts and feel the inadequacy seep into our being. More comes along and we continue to tear ourselves down thinking that we should be or could be and the further down we go.
They have it easier and more of whatever it is that we think is important. Stop! We are children of the Most High. We are created in His image. We are in the army of winners. We are heirs to a throne in Christ Jesus. We are winners.
No matter what is said or done around us, no matter what we face, we are simply here. We are part of the One who created the heavens and the earth. He conquered the grave. We’ve celebrated His victory over death. Born twice, die once - that is our lot.
Those who aren’t will be born once and die twice. I heard that recently and I feel joy and sorrow- Joy for my brothers and sisters in Christ and sorrow for anyone who does not know Him as their Lord and Savior.
“Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Chris Jesus our Lord.” – Romans 8:37-39
All I can say after that is praise God and amen!