The other day I heard it again. The comment that makes my skin crawl,“Teachers kids are the worst.”
I don’t know how people expect a mom who is a teacher to handle a comment like that. (And, for the record, all of my teacher friends have wonderful, kind, articulate, caring children. So, I am not sure why teacher’s kids get a bad rap.)
Did this person make the comment because she saw my children doing cartwheels through the parking lot? Did she hear them singing at the top of their lungs in my car? Oh, she didn’t notice the way they struggle to listen to adults talk without always voicing their thoughts? Was it all the times they need to get up and move around during a church service?
My girls did not grow in my womb. They do not have any of my same DNA, nor my husband’s. My girls are loud. I am quiet. My girls have brown eyes. I have green eyes. My girls are active. I am calm. My girls are extroverts. I am an introvert. My girls are spontaneous. I have a plan.
Loud, feisty, strong, creative, impulsive, high energy…none of these personality traits describe me. Yet, God chose my girls for me. While talking about essential oils the other day, one mom and I decided I need peppermint oil and my girls need lavender oil and then we may come closer to a middle ground. Yet, God chose me to be their mom. When I am feeling guilty that I don’t have the energy or personality to keep up with my girls, God whispers to me, it’s okay…this was all part of My plan. When I desperately need quiet, and my girls are acting as though they just drank a Red Bull, God shows me how to find my quiet.
The Creator put us together. Not by chance, but by divine design. Apparently my girls needed a calm, quiet, mom and I know I need my spirited, loud, active girls.
I will walk into a room with my loud, energetic, personality plus girls and know that I am living God’s plan for my family. Thank you, God. What do you know? The God who makes all the planets in the solar system sync together, also cares about syncing my family together.
When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained, What is man that You are mindful of him, And the son of man that You visit him? Psalm 8:3-4
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I am the grandmother of these kiddos that Lisa Louise is writing about. It is true. I can’t imagine these two grandkids with any other parents. Jeff and Lisa are the perfect loving parents for them. God’s perfect plan.
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