When I was young, I didn't want children. The physical aspects of the ordeal were appalling to me. And, I was terrified about how my offspring would turn out. I had this idea that raising children was like roulette, strictly a game of chance. I viewed parenting as something outside one’s control, where a swipe of a magic wand produces a perfect child. I thought it very likely that I could pull a silly-looking and simple-minded rabbit-out-of-a-hat kind of kid. Even worse, I’d end up with one under an evil spell, who’d give me years of heartache. I’m not a risk-taking sort of person, and it all seemed too uncertain for me.
Fortunately, as I got older I grew out of those thoughts and eager to have children of my own. Over time, I’ve learned that being a mom is much more about muscle than magic. Moms come in a variety of personalities and styles, but the best ones know there’s no getting around the work.
There’s nothing mystical about parenting. Kids sometimes look silly and often aren’t perfect, but we do have an impact in how they turn out. Blessed be the moms who put in the time, the energy and the prayer!
“Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it” (Proverbs 22:6 NKJV).