Sometimes they do not understand me. There are days when I feel like I am repeating the same instructions over and over. Don’t they hear me? Do I need to have their hearing checked? Then there are those moments when I am offering the wisdom I have learned and been taught: “Be respectful of others,” “The first shall be last,” “Be a good example,” and more. Some days these words of “wisdom” seem to bounce right off my children and end up lost somewhere in outer space. It is frustrating. Some days I feel like I get this mothering thing all wrong…
But every now and then God seems to settle in our midst and we are all changed.
We are teaching our daughter how to ride her bike without training wheels. She expects to be able to master everything she does and quickly. As I steady the back of her seat and run beside her bike, I repeat the phrase, “Slow and steady wins the race. Slow and Steady wins the race.”
Her personality is such that she wants to jump on that bike, start peddling and go; no help, no fear and no crashing. But then she tilts and wabbles and things do not happen as fast as she would like. Although she needs to push and learn momentum and balance… she needs to learn how to drop the fear, brake and not freak out first. She ends up discouraged and quitting way before we even make it around the parking lot.
While rushing full steam may work for some of her endeavors, there are very few adventures that she will encounter in life where rushing and hurrying to finish will actually prove to be worth it in the long run. Each of us could probably say that we are living proof that our plans and timelines are not God’s.
“In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps.” Proverbs 16:9 NIV
The Moral of the Story
After one particularily stress-filled morning of bike riding, we settled in for our afternoon reading. Bike-riding adventure girl was sprawled across the floor at my feet, while her brothers and sister pushed in close to my book on the couch. I read the story of “The Turtle and The Rabbit” (ps this was not planned, nor did I have a clue that our narration for the day would be this story). As we got to the end of the story and I read the moral I could not help but smile to myself: “Slow and steady wins the race.”
My heart stirred in that all too familiar way as I raised my eyes to watch bike-rider on the floor. Her head popped up, she caught my eyes and she smiled, knowing. I laughed out loud because her face seemed to be saying, “Mom isn’t crazy afterall.”
But the truth is that this moment wasn’t just God stepping in to teach my children something. It wasn’t just a moral appearing in the midst of our day so that my words could be affirmed by another source. This was God reminding me as much as He was teaching them.
How often do I rush ahead? How often do I race trying to finish, trying to get to the next appointment or ignore the signs along the way… all because I forget that “Slow and steady wins the race.”
I remember when I am discontent with where I am… slow and steady wins the race.
I remember when I overwhelmed in my grief and wanting to race full ahead into the morning… first the night, then the dawn.
I remember when my children seem to close their ears and avoid my words… SomeONE big and mighty has my back.
Do your children have a favorite moral to the story?
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