While we were watching TV together, Luke suddenly said: “Mommy, I don’t want you to change. I love you just the way you are.”
I had just yelled at him for something a while ago. So sheepishly, I said: ”even the bad part of me?”
He thought for a second and went: “just a little drop.”
Me: “a little drop of what?”
Luke: “a little drop of darkness, but the rest is all rainbow.”
At that moment, I felt like my little boy opened a slice of a window to his heart, and I knew he sees.
Friend, our children see us.
They see us when we lose our marbles, scrambling to keep everyone on schedule — they see that we are not always put together.
They see us when we are acting selfish, impatient, shot tempered. — they know that we are not always nice and lovely.
They also see us when we kiss their booboos when they cry; say sorry when we messed up; listen to their rambling about their little problems; hug them when they need one; stay up all night when they are sick; play tickle monster on demand; scratch their back watching TV; read the Bible and pray together after a shower; kiss them and tell them we love them buzz lightyear before saying good night.
They see all of that. They see the real us. The good, bad, ugly, and glorious us in every moment during those short years they are under our roof.
We are the first humans they get to know intimately. Our images reflect the world they see.
And they need to know that we are flawed, even when we try our best.
But it’s ok, because they will see we are also capable of selfless love; have the attitude of servants; see that our lovely side is bigger than our sinful side.
Seeing all these will give them permission to make mistakes and know how to overcome their own failures.
They need to know. It’s ok to mess up.
Because one day they will see that underneath all that messiness, our love for them never changes. And they will see it’s our God that gives us the strength to love them fearlessly and selflessly.
Hopefully, from our loving hearts, they will see a glimpse of the shadow of Jesus.
They don’t need to see perfect parents. They need to see two imperfect people, despite their shortcomings, trying hard to make it work.
Today I got the best compliment from my boy, and it was not the same old “you are the best mommy.”
It’s what I heard this morning: “Mommy, I love you just the way you are.”
”Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs…It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always persevere. Love never fails.” 1 Corinthians 13: 4 – 8 NIV