Davin and Bryan were playing a video game the other night (Space Camp-oooh its Bryan's favorite. You dig moon rocks and repair moon robots-hahaha! Davin loves it though). Well, something happened that didn't go their way and Davin blurts out "What the f%$#!" Yeah-Bryan and I both gasped. I hate that word and it sounded horrible coming from my son. We both turned and looked at him and asked him where he heard it. Neither of us have ever said it and we don't watch any tv with language of that nature in it. We both knew he did not learn it at home and even more confident that Davin did not realize the severity of the word he just used.
Davin was so embarrassed when he realized it was a bad word. He cried and cried. He didn't tell us where he heard it, he said he made it up. Uh-huh. Nevertheless, I wish I knew where he heard it but at the same time, maybe Satan just has a way of teaching our children things. Maybe Davin did really just make it up in his mind and it happened to be a bad word. He had been saying just "what the..." that he learned from a friend so it makes me worry but I can't blame without knowing. Nevertheless, we had a really good teaching opportunity. It was so hard to watch my son feel so bad over something he did so innocently. We talked to him about repentance though. It is amazing how much a 4-yr old grasps.
The next day, I was trying to probe in conversation to learn where he may have learned this foul language without asking outwardly, trying not to make him feel bad. (We had told him if he repented, he would be forgiven and it was like it never happened so I didn't want to bring it up again cuz he did his version of repentance.) Well, I didn't get any info that way but I did learn that while he was at his friend's the other day, another friend came over and he was not nice. The 2 boys then ganged up and were saying unkind things and telling Davin that they didn't want to play with him. Davin was actually tearing up when he told me. I could tell how bad it had hurt his feelings. I was so heartbroken to watch my little boy start to go through the struggles that I know he will face the rest of his life. It starts so early.
I never knew what my mom meant when she talked about when her kids hearts were hurting, her's was hurting more. I understand now. I have been there and I know that this is only the beginning. I hope that this will not shape my child but that he will be able to overcome these moments and learn and grow from them instead of letting them conquer him.
I talked to Davin about how he was feeling. I asked him if he ever would want to make anyone else feel this way. He told me "No". We talked about that we should never act the way these boys were. That we should be kind and play with everyone. I asked him why we should do this and he responded "Because Heavenly Father and Jesus would want me to". I was so proud. We went on to talk about that Jesus was kind to everyone and that we should try and be like him. My son then said something that I have never thought about. He said, "Mom, Jesus loved everyone but still people hated him and killed him." I sat for a second and said a quick pray. Words then came out of my mouth "Davin, who do we remember though for their love and who do we want to be like hundreds of years later? Who do we worship and whose name do we remember? Who is happy now and who is sad because of their choices in their lives? Jesus or the evil men that hated and killed him?" Davin responded with "Jesus". I told him that doing the right thing is not always the easiest thing but it will always bring us the most happiness.
Surprisingly enough, my little barely 4 yr old Davin seemed to understand this. I am grateful for the assistance I had from above in answering my son's statement and I am grateful for a sensitive son who seemed to really understand the concept of being nice to everyone. I am so grateful for my Davin and Brielle (& hopefully more) and hope I can be the best mom I can be and teach them the way the Lord would have me teach them.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
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