i wish i had different parents

it’s finally been said.  in my house.  by one of my kiddos.  to me.

our youngest has been pushing the limits with his attitude.  it’s often unkind and very grumpy.  i’ve been working on reminding him to choose kindness.

this afternoon, as he stood in the hallway and i stood in my bedroom, i told him to choose kindness with his words and attitude or go to his room.  in our home we’re not going to tolerate this kind of behavior.  he burst into tears and let out a very loud and grumpy grunt.  he said he was tired of hearing about this from me.  i told him i’m tired of talking about it.  and then he said it, “i wish i had different parents.”

we’re going to leave out the fact that he does indeed have a set of different parents.  bringing this up at this time wouldn’t help either of us.  so as he stormed down the stairs to empty his school bag, i asked Jesus for wisdom.

i came downstairs, scooped my boy up into my arms and sat down on the couch embracing him.  i pulled away just a bit to look into his eyes.  “i love you,” i said,  “and i’m glad we’re your parents and that you’re our son because i’d be very sad if you weren’t here with us.”  he replied, “i just wish you’d let me wear shorts.”

and that was it.  it no longer had anything to do with me correcting his attitude and his lack of kindness.  he climbed down off my lap and got his halloween candy and asked if he could have a piece.  i said yes.  apparently mean parents try to correct attitudes and don’t allow shorts on cold days, and we also allow halloween candy at random times.

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