After weeks of random moodiness and unexpected snarky behavior, it all came to a head yesterday as I heard the words "I just don't like him." They knocked the breath out of me. Literally. All I could say was, "I see." With that, I walked out of the room. Shocked. Defeated. Hopeless. Furious.
In that moment, my heart was screaming. The person who said this is not my child, but the "him" being referred to is. I was hurt, offended and outraged. I just kept thinking... The nerve of this little person to talk to me about my child that way! Especially since my son adores this little friend and the friend rejects him daily. Not the other way around. He adores, the friend rejects.
Negativity coursed through my brain... My dreams of ever fostering or adopting were dashed. If my mother bear instincts kick in like this with a darling little friend, what kind of bear (monster?) would I be if a really difficult child with significant needs rubbed me the wrong way? There's no way I could ever be competent, forgiving, loving or patient enough to foster or adopt a child with extra special needs or behavioral issues.
I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but I was hurt for about an hour. During that time, I came to realize a lot of simple, obvious truths regarding this situation.
- My own children are moody and snarky too.
- My own children have announced their hatred for one another, only to become best friends again within an hour.
- It is unfair to everyone involved when I correct all of the children equally; however, only provide consequences for my kids.
- Establishing a relationship before establishing ground rules and consequences was not my brightest plan.
- Kids are not born knowing how to be good friends.
- Patience is a fruit of the spirit, not something we're born with.
"Water walkers expect problems." - John Ortberg.
Still trusting God and preparing to be surprised by his trustworthiness.