IT WAS MY PROBLEM, NOT HIS!

The school building loomed incredibly huge. It was the first day of school in a new city, and as our second-grader, Adriel entered, he seemed to get lost in the sea of his peers, all dressed with their crisp, white school uniforms. We were living in Argentina, and just moved to the city of Rosario del Tala that day. Since we lived only 4 blocks from the school, I walked him and Denise to their first day of classes. Denise was starting third grade, but I wasn’t concerned about her, because I thought she could handle it. I watched as our little freckled, blond son blended in with teachers and classmates he didn’t know, and walked back home. My mother-heart was very heavy and fearful. It was hard to hold back the tears, knowing that he was facing this new situation without me. Unpacking our moving boxes, I kept thinking that he was so little and didn’t know anyone…

When classes were out, the two of them came home together, and bursting through the door, he flung his backpack across the table happily announcing: “Bien, ya me hice amigo de todos!” (“Well, I made friends with everybody already!”) He was totally oblivious to my fears and excess concern. Instantly, I realized that the problem was mine, not his! I made a mountain out of a molehill that he didn’t even know existed! I found out that he really could function without me! He wasn’t afraid; I was!

Since then, I often thought of the lessons I learned that day. As a mom, it’s not easy to let our children handle their own situations at any age. In our fear, we are good at making huge mountains out of something they don’t even consider to be molehills. If our fear is left unchecked, it evolves into worry and control; neither of which are healthy for parent-child relationships. I’ve learned that my concern and fears turn into peace in the measure that I trust God with our children’s lives. The Psalmist David summed it up in very few words in a prayer in Psalm 56: “Whenever I am afraid, I will trust in You.” (v.3)

I’m thankful that God turned Adriel’s first day of second grade into a day I’ll never forget. He probably doesn’t remember what he learned that day in his new school, but I know what he taught me when he got home!

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4 Responses to IT WAS MY PROBLEM, NOT HIS!

  1. Carole says:

    He knew he was being walked to school by a Mom who loved him, and that’s all that mattered. Sometimes it IS hard to let go, but they are still in God’s hands.

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  2. peg says:

    I can relate to that! It happened every Sept. when I sent the kids off to school. I felt like I was throwing them to the wolves until I remembered to send them to school in God’s care, not mine. It takes me a long time to learn some lessons, I guess.

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