How much courage does it take to say those three words. Weekend anxiety because a teacher hurriedly entered 00% instead of 100% and suddenly your failing a class. You spend the weekend completely stressed out. Emailing a teacher who isn’t working the weekend. Then the phone rings on Monday afternoon and it’s the kindest most gracious and apologetic teacher ever. Because that teacher made a mistake. It’s so hard to admit when your wrong.
This situation gives us so much to think about. How much anxiety built up focusing on imaginary mistakes and what if’s. How much anxiety do we put kids through by assuming poor intentions or not listening. How often do we fail them by failing to admit why we are wrong when the are right?
We assume we know what is right for them. We assume that our vision for their lives are the right ones. Parents we are wrong. We should not be making assumptions about our kids. Instead we must listen to them and help them in forging their future and when necessary admitting their mistakes.
I’m thankful for a teacher today who picks up the phone to apologize to a 15 year old and admit grownups get in a hurry and mess up to. I am not the keeper of my kids destiny. I’m simply a guardian to guide them into independence. My greatest measurement of success as a parent will be when my children are grown, living happy lives, being content and happy I their careers, loving whoever God leads them to love, and understanding they are worthy of great things.