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Raising Warriors

We are raising warriors.  On purpose.  It's our goal and frequent prayer.  We want these kids to grow up fierce, strong, warriors for truth, morality, and Christ.  Even when it's not popular....especially when it's not popular.  We want our boys to grow into men who are masculine and not ashamed, and our girls to grow into women who are feminine, and not ashamed. We also want them all to be kind, loving, strong, and smart humans.  

We have a lot of work to do on all accounts.  So if you hear me yelling, it's probably just me practicing my war-cry with them.  If you see me crying, I'm probably just modeling sensitivity.  If you hear me burp in public, please excuse me, we all have our faults.  

Seriously though, we have moved pass the "keep them alive" stage. and are in the new murky waters of teaching them how to keep themselves alive and how to be good humans.  It's hard.  Especially when you are overtired (hello babies, feel free to sleep through the night), and don't feel like being a very good human yourself. 

What you tolerate, you encourage.  That's a quote Ross reminds me of on a regular basis.  If you tolerate a small behavior then they will inevitably blow it into something larger and not lovely.  We are guilty of this as adults too.  Look around the country, and you can see what tolerance has led to in a myriad of larger problems.  So do the work of nipping it early.  It's a lot easier now than it will be later.  I understand the logic, but boy is it challenging to playout in daily life.  Or consider the behavior they are displaying today on a kid ten years older.  Would you be okay with it then?  No?  Then fix it now.  Also, easy in theory.  Discipline is hard.  It's work.  It takes discipline to discipline.  

I told the boys, I want to be a fun mom, not a "no" mom, but I feel like a "no" mom because they are constantly pushing against the boundaries we have set for them.  They are like those dinosaurs on Jurassic park - always checking the fence, looking for the weak spot.  They are spirited and have great endurance.  I'll give them that.  I'm kind of proud of it, in an exhausted and almost but not quite defeated sort of way.  

Warriors need great endurance.  

These years are going to be the hardest, best years of our lives.  I can't wait.  

  

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  1. NatalieJanuary 8, 2021 at 11:16 AM

    You’ve got this with the help of the Lord and His Word! Proud of you.

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