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    Theresa Lode or, simply “T”, had her world turned upside down and inside out when her son was diagnosed with ADHD and a few other goodies. Her choice- follow the doctor's orders....or trust her heart and delve into the world of Free Range Education. She chose the latter...

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Do you use the “D” word in your home?

This word especially offensive to Christians.  That’s why I was so shocked to hear it coming out of the mouth of a devoted Christ follower. Sure, I’ve used the word before.  And-old habits sometimes die hard-it still slips out once in awhile.

Of course, one could argue it isn’t the word per se but rather the anger that’s usually behind such a strong expletive.  And a child who understands the power of this word wields great control over the parent.

DISRESPECT

There is nothing like disrespect, either real or perceived, that incites the concern (or wrath, if we’re really being candid,) like a snotty kid not paying mom and dad due homage.

Here are a few shrilly quotes from Yours Truly, “After all I’ve done for you, and you treat me like this!”  Or “Get that tone out of your voice!”

Or how about this goody that I gleaned from a conversation overheard recently at the coffee shop, “Our kids can say anything to us as long as they’re respectful.”  This was advice offered to a mom who was clearly at wit’s end with an angry child.

I wanted to climb over my dark roast and splash something on this sincere, but misguided counselor.  I wanted to tell the hurting mom…It’s okay.  Like those stupid bobble-headed dogs, I’ve nodded yes to the “as long as their respectful…” mantra as though it is the Holy Grail of the parenting experience.

I had pictured that one day, like Rocky Balboa running up the steps, arms held high in victory, my goal of being a parent was to have (cue to the Rocky Theme song,) Respectful Children.

Wooo-hoooo! I've conquered! My kids are RESPECTFUL!

Boy have I changed.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not advocating a Lord of the Flies environment.  Nor am I talking about Manners 101 which needs to be taught.  (Call me old fashioned but I miss the days of men removing their hats indoors.  But I digress.)

Respect is about attitude. And I am convinced that genuine respect is not a practiced outward behavior but rather, the fruit of a healthy relationship.

Several years ago I first began re-thinking this when a friend of mine shared something that rocked my world.  She found that whenever she was dealing with a negative behavior in her kids that quite often, God would highlight HER shortcomings in that very same area.  Eg. Her kid has the bad habit of interrupting people and she realized she too had that tendency.

Ugh.  That really punches a hole in the dictatorial “Because I’m the parent” model for parenting.

But back to respect.  Here’s a typical scenario: Your kid misbehaves.  You call them on it.  And then they say, “Gee, Mom.  Thanks for pointing that out.  I see where you’re coming from and I’m going to work on that.”

Uh-huh.  If you believe that, you should stop in here when it’s time to turn the Xbox off and we can share a hearty laugh.

Or even worse, there’s some serious issues brewing like what that mom in the coffee shop was dealing with.

I feel your pain, Rodney.

Truth is I get offended when I’m treated disrespectfully.  And THEN the fun begins.

Here are some questions I consider when there’s disrespect in our home.  First: What is the real issue?

Have I done something to provoke my kids to anger?  Have I engaged in a power struggle with them instead of calmly allowing the circumstances of their poor choices to play out?

Or how about this: Am I being respectful to them and modeling the behavior I desire….even when I’m good and pissed?

I want my kids to understand that even when they’re snotty they are safe with me.  Do they understand that I still love them unconditionally and our heart connection is more important than faux compliance?

I haven’t arrived by any means.  Being a parent is the hardest and most rewarding thing a human can do.

One of the best rewards is that it gives me glimpses of God’s grace and lavish love for me.  Even when I’m the one flaunting the D word.

You’re a BAD mom!

I had a friend comment lightheartedly on what a good mom I was because I mentioned missing the kids when they’re gone.  (If you only knew, I thought.)

Another mom commented that she must be a “bad” mom because she loved it when the kids were gone.  (At least for a while.)

And we had a chuckle over it.  But it got me thinking about how often we classify ourselves and those with whom we have relationship.  Especially kids.

Our knee jerk reaction when we see our kids misbehaving.  Or our reaction to that idiot who just cut in front of you on the highway.  The snotty receptionist you inconvenienced by wanting to do business with her company.

Bad, bad, BAD!  You are BAD human beings!

Or like in the delightful story of Madeline and her fellow orphans, we frown on the bad and smile at the good.

The nice person holding open the door.  Your child’s clean room.

Good girl! Good boy! I LIKE you!

This causes a “good” response, right?  (See, there I go again using that language.)

Well, I can see how that can be just as destructive as screeching “Bad” every time someone doesn’t live up to your expectations or violates one of your pet peeves.   (How about the sacred cow of children speaking disrespectfully to their parents? Nothing can incite the umbrage of a parent quite like that one!)

Or how about this.  A very dear friend of mine pulls out the china and has a beautifully set table when she invites you for dinner.  (“It shows people you care,” she says.)  Does this mean the single mom who pulls out the paper plates and a pot of beans like another friend means she doesn’t care?

Are either of these ladies right or wrong?  Of course not!  They were both serving from the heart.

The pesky problem is that when we base our relationships off of what we deem “good” or “bad” it quickly puts a funky spin on how we relate to one another.

Soon it all becomes about behavior (or the china/paper plate discussion) instead of a heart connection.  This is especially problematic if your emotions are as capricious as mine can be…especially at that time of the month (when the AT&T bill arrives.)  I’ll tolerate a behavior one day and find it an offense punishable worthy of…of…well, something really bad.

It’s that law thing working in us that Paul talks about in Galatians.  (I think the message in Galatians can be summed up by saying, “Who died and left you in charge?”)

Well, goody for you, Theresa. (Yeah, I heard that snide comment in the back of the room.)  Does this mean we allow our kids to run a muck and all go on Prozac to keep from flipping off that driver?

I can only speak for myself.  By slowing down my reaction to look at the heart behind the behaviors, I find I can curtail a significant portion of frustration.  (This is becoming VERY important as we navigate the waters of adolescence right now.)

On the other hand, if I just resign myself to being a barking law keeper in the home…it will destroy relationships.

I’ve been using the phrase, “It is what it is” quite a bit lately.  It’s been more disarming to my tempestuous emotions than the Good/Bad language that’s filled so much of my life.

When we free ourselves and others from our expectations, a truly beautiful, life-giving thing takes place: Grace happens.

I’m glad that God’s not up there calling me a “good mom” or a “bad mom.”  I think if he does use an adjective it would be loved.

A Loved Mom.  Yes, I like that.

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