I am not one to make a big huff about religious beliefs.
As a mother, my children will have a choice in what they wish to belief. I, however, have failed to even inform them of such options. What is a simple incorporation into daily life, has been almost completely omitted until the new year brought up some unintended resolutions.
My sister-in-law started posting about her daily devotional. I own a daily devotional by the same author and thought it would be good for my soul to at least pick that up daily. So, in my planner, I added “Devotional” to my habit tracker. It’s all about bettering yourself, right?
This week, my 4 year-old son has become scared to sleep in his room. Super annoying for this mama. When I went in to explain what Mommy (still) does when she gets scared of the dark, it occurred to me… How do I teach my son how to pray for protection and peace of mind, if I have never even taught him who God and Jesus are?!?!?! WHAT!?! You read that right… I did a year of Bible College, and here I am, drawing a blank at telling my 4-year-old, not only who God is, but how God can keep him safe at night.
The best I could come up with was God loves him and will punch those bad guys in the face when he gets scared of the dark. All he must do is pray (I at least taught him how to close his eyes and put his hands together, say ‘Dear God’, and ‘Amen’ at the end).
I returned to bed and explained this to my agnostic husband, who really does not see the big deal. I told him, they at least need to KNOW, like we both grew up having been taught in some form.
So along with my personal daily devotion, I will be lugging to two kiddos to church at least 52 times this year. Is it conviction? Mom Guilt? It doesn’t matter. This is the type of example I want to be to MY children and how I want to raise them to be good little humans that don’t rely on the “size of their nuclear button” to determine their worth.