As a parent we all have regrets. Buying that too noisy toy, buying white furniture, letting your 13 year old study debate…yep, we all have some regrets.
Recently I heard a story about a man holding a sign saying pro choice. When he was asked why he said that he has a disabled son and he hates him. Hate, in the Biblical term, means you wish something didn’t exist. It broke my heart. Here it is.
I have the choice, each and every moment, to choose to love or hate my children. It never occurred to me before that I could have chosen to hate them. I still can’t fathom it. My children, even when they drive me crazy, are a joy.
Do they know that?
This man’s son must know he is not loved. His father stands on a street corner with a sign because of it.
What kind of sign am I holding up for my children?
How do I speak of my children?
How do I encourage the?
How do I pull them down? Discourage them?
I know I will have regrets. May it never be that my children did not know they were loved.