Good news. Crunchy organic rice cracker feeding mothers and pushy politicians who preach for the good of their children, relax. There is another way to be a good parent. A unique , humble way in which to advocate for and rear your offspring exists outside of any mommy club or meetup group.
I call it, “My Unique Way of Parenting.” It is a collaborative effort found in my gut, and it consists of elements from books, mother and In-Law advice, websites and marvelous ideas from my own brain. What I love about the “My Unique Way of Parenting,” is that I am not obliged to force it, or even suggest it to anyone. I am not hording my technique, but I’m not proselytizing it either. Especially since my children are “exceptional,” which in educational circles means “hard.”
I contemplated my “Unique Way of Parenting,” while my daughter and Mother In-Law (Mimi) acted out the Nativity Story. Exasperated from 2010 in general, I wondered what parenting style Mary, the mother of Jesus used. Biblically, we don’t know much about her style except she was frantic when Jesus disappeared to woo the priest in the temple and was lost in Jerusalem for three days.
When his parents saw him, they were astonished. His mother said to him, “Son, why have you treated us like this? Your father and I have been anxiously searching for you.”
“Why were you searching for me?” he asked. “Didn’t you know I had to be in my Father’s house?
The next verse really seems like an attempt for Luke to explain away the truth. That Jesus was grounded (or worse) for His answer.
Then He went down to Nazareth with them and was obedient to them. But his mother treasured all these things in her heart. And Jesus grew in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and men.
Well, I hope so Mr. Smarty pants. Because your parents almost had a heart attack thinking that they lost the Son of God! No irreverence meant here, I am just really wondering if raising Jesus, was completely different from raising my children or if I am more like Mary and less like Sara Palin or my friend at the YMCA who has organic tomatoes growing in her bathroom.
The “Unique Way of Parenting,” I suspect ( and I’m not being a megalomaniac here) is more like Mary’s form. She did not write a book called Take My Advice, I raised God. This makes me think of other mother’s like Buddha’s mom. Siddartha was supposed to be a great King, instead he spent most of his life starving under a tree. Can you say, “disappointed?” Alas, I have gone off on a tangent and can’t get back quite yet. So, I will leave you all with a poll (you’re allowed 3 answers).