We use the words "choices" and "consequences" with Jackson a lot. We try not to threaten him with punishment, we just warn him before he makes decisions about what will happen if he makes a bad one. This is a constant energy zapper for me throughout the day simply because remaining consistent is important and that means asking Jackson every 5 minutes what his choice will be..... Recently I have really been convicted that the way I feel as a parent must only be scratching the surface of how God must feel about me and my choices throughout life. I desire so badly for Jackson to always make the right, easy choice so that I don't have to punish him, so that he doesn't have to experience the pain of consequences. However, I'm never tempted to "let him by" because I know that if he doesn't learn now to obey and make healthy decisions, he'll only face them later again and it will only be harder and the consequences worse. It is sobering to think of these things when I come to the Lord in prayer knowing He often begs me to make better choices and trust that He really knows best for me. The rebellion I get so frustrated with in my child can only be amplified when coming from me to the Father. How sad it makes me to think that I do this so often. Conversations I have with Jackson really do play themselves out between me and God daily.
Mommy : "Jackson, please pick out a few books for bedtime."
Jackson: "NO, I just want to play with this car...5 more minutes, OK?"
Mommy: "You may choose to pick out your books now or have no books at all."
Jackson: Ignores me and runs to the living room and hides...laughing."
Mommy: "OK, Jackson, you have to go to bed now with no books...this is your consequence."
Jackson: "NOOOOOOO, I want books right now!!!"
Jackson cries himself to sleep, angry at me.
God: "Holly, it is quiet right now, why don't you pick up my Word and read?"
Holly: " NO, I need to finish these dishes, then I'll sit down and spend some time with you, OK?"
God: " Now really is the best time, I"m calling you now, not later. "
Holly: "Be right with you...when I empty this dishwasher I'll be there."
I finish the dishes, pick up a few toys, clean the bathroom, heat my coffee up, take one sip. Josie wakes up crying, time is up. I nurse her, then Jackson is up before I finish. I spend the rest of the day disappointed that I never got to sit down, read, or pray. I never really heard what the Father had to say to me. My consequence was much worse than no books in bed.