|Visiting the Penn State Nittany Lion at|
University Park, Pa. My son said, "Hey,
there's a guy in there!"
|When my son changed majors, requiring |
a couple more years of school than
we had expected, it seemed like
graduation day would never come.
When it did, I wanted proof!
A parent has the task of telling a young son that, despite what Daddy told him, it’s NOT okay to relieve himself against the tree in the schoolyard... when the second-grade girls are 20 feet away. A parent compels a child to face someone he’s hurt, to make amends. A parent meets with teachers and guidance counselors to develop strategies that will, hopefully, turn that child’s schoolroom performance from weak to strong. A parent sits in a waiting room in the local police station while officers have a conversation with her just-turned 18-year-old, then has her own conversation when he’s released.
A parent metes out time-outs and forces her child to face the hard facts of life, and those moments truly are harder on the parent than the child.
It’s far easier to turn a blind eye to a child’s “little white lie,” or to explain away poor behavior than it is to confront it and call it out for what it is. Nobody likes dishing out uncomfortable truths, and it goes against a mom’s nurturing instinct when she has to deliver those realities to someone whose life she would save over her own.
A parent has to understand, far more than the child, that tough love is often the best kind of love.
When I was a little girl, we had a female cat that had kittens. My mom found homes for the kittens, but one day, one of the kittens made its way back to our house. I remember the kitten standing on our porch, meowing to come inside. And I vividly remember our sweet, loving mama cat peering through the glass, growling and hissing until the kitten ran off. (I can only hope the kitten made it home!)
I was horrified. How could our mother cat have turned her own child away? My mother, my parent, said, “She’s doing her job, honey. She’s taught him everything he needs to survive, and now it’s his turn to make a life for himself.”
It took me years to understand that lesson, but I remembered it as I raised my boys, and I’ve often wondered if our cat felt the pain I’ve felt when having to “parent” one of my sons.
Still, the joy of being a mom is worth every painful moment of parenting. I love my boys--every joyous and the not-so-joyous moment--and I'm so blessed, and proud, to be both their mom and their parent.
Leah writes stories of mystery and romance, good and evil, and the enduring power of love. Visit Leah at LeahStJames.com , Twitter, Facebook and Pinterest.