Ben and I had some fun time today. Just the two of us. Well, actually we went to a 8 year old girl's birthday party and then on the way home had some alone time. He got really quiet all of a sudden and I thought he was crying. He spoke up and told me he had something to tell me. "Mom, today at school someone pushed me into the mud." (My first reaction WANTED to be, who was it, I'm calling their mom!) Ben hesitated a minute and then said, "But the worst part about it was that my friend laughed at me." I wanted to pull the car over and hug him. I probably should have. I did what all mothers do and told him I was very sorry and that I loved him. I also told him that a true friend wouldn't have laughed but would have helped him up instead. Then Ben and I started talking about true friends and what that entails... always being there for each other, helping one another make good choices, keeping each other on the straight path, not laughing at him/her if they get pushed into some mud, making them smile when they need it most, sharing their food or candy and stuff.
It is interesting being a parent and watching our children learn and grow and make friends and break with certain friends and see their sensitive sides and want to place them in a protective bubble and take out all resistance, but I've learned that it would do more harm than good. It is hard to let go and only be the encourager and not make their choices for them. We are only guiders in this life. I can only imagine how our Father in Heaven feels as He watches us struggle in life. I can see Him on the sidelines, cheering us on, and wanting only the best for us, and crying with us when we get hurt or broken or passed over or misguided. It makes so much more sense the love that He has for us, being a parent. It is SOO hard and I pray that I have been teaching my children how to choose good friends and how to be a good friend and how to pray, and ask for help, and make good choices and the ultimately allow them to do so. And I hope that I show them enough how much I love them so they can turn to me and tell me their hurts and sorrows and joys and excitements.
