{"id":675,"date":"2012-08-07T00:05:48","date_gmt":"2012-08-07T05:05:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/?p=675"},"modified":"2016-11-03T00:07:04","modified_gmt":"2016-11-03T05:07:04","slug":"what-to-do-with-children-who-arent-children-anymore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/2012\/08\/07\/what-to-do-with-children-who-arent-children-anymore\/","title":{"rendered":"What to do with Children who aren&#8217;t Children Anymore?"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"WordSection1\">\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"color: #008080;\">The recent post on Kate Megill\u2019s blog: Building Friendships with Adult Children brought up some very good points:<\/span>\u00a0<a style=\"color: #9fc5e8;\" href=\"http:\/\/teachingwhatisgood.com\/friendships-adult-children\/\">\u00a0<\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/teachingwhatisgood.com\/friendships-adult-children\/\">http:\/\/teachingwhatisgood.com\/friendships-adult-children\/<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">Made me think hard. That\u2019s good!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">Here\u2019s my 2-cents worth:<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>We never stop being parents<\/strong>.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">Ok, that\u2019s out of the way.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>True confession time<\/strong><em>: I am the parent of adult children. Three beautiful, wonderful, frustrating, loving, drive me crazy, adult, married children who all have children of their own. But am I their friend? Good Question.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">I will be the first to tell you that I am a faulty parent- so will my kids. By that I mean when they were young it was \u201cwhose fault is this?\u201d; \u201cit\u2019s your fault\u2026\u201d; and well, I\u2019ll spare you the rest.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">I am also a why parent: \u201cWhy in the world would you do that?\u201d; why in the world do you want to do that?\u201d\u00a0 Yup, that has come from me, too.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">I also became the what parent: \u201cwhat were you thinking?\u201d \u201cYou want to do what?\u201d followed closely by: \u201cyou did what?\u201d and \u201cWhat was\u00a0<em>I<\/em>\u00a0thinking?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">So, you get the picture\u2026 not pretty, not perfect and definitely pretty dumb at times. It\u2019s hard not to parent like you were parented especially if you didn\u2019t have stellar examples. But, I love my grown up kids with every breath of my being.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">Parenting is beautiful, awe-inspiring, rewarding, punishing, aching, heartbreaking, instructive, back breaking, -that\u2019s two for breaking- here\u2019s another one- will-breaking, painful, joyful, work and a whole host of other things. And that, my friends, is just on our side as parents.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">Whether you are the parent who prays with them, does daily devotionals with them, puts notes in their lunches that you make (forgive me moms- I made my kids do their own lunches from day one), or wakes them up with a praise song every morning. \u00a0Or whether you don\u2019t or didn\u2019t; whatever you do FOR them, WITH them, or TO them- it\u2019s from\u00a0<strong>your<\/strong>\u00a0perspective and from and for\u00a0<strong>your<\/strong>\u00a0heart. I\u2019m not talking about selfish love here. I admit, the things we do as moms in regards to our kiddos generally make us feel better about being a mom.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">I say this because I think they see it all from a completely different perspective. In the back of their minds- we will always be there (faulty reasoning but it\u2019s there nonetheless) When they are little we are the\u00a0<span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">best-est mom in the world<\/span>; when they are school aged it\u2019s\u00a0<span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">I can do it myself now, mom<\/span>; when they are teens we are the\u00a0<span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">worst mom in the world<\/span>; when they become parents we become the\u00a0<span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">go-to mom<\/span>; when they have become experienced parents themselves we become the\u00a0<span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">been-there-done-that, mom<\/span>\u00a0or we are back to the\u00a0<span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">I can do it myself now, mom.<\/span>\u00a0 Sensing a little negativity here on my part? Actually, no. Just realistic. \u00a0And glad they have made it this far!<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">There are always\u00a0<em>at least<\/em>\u00a0two people in a conversation. No matter how you have raised your children, their perspective can be in complete agreement with yours, polar opposite of yours or somewhere in between. \u00a0I found this out when my children became teenagers.\u00a0 Conversations on every known subject of the universe we had, still do. Conversations that had satisfactory endings with all in accord. Conversations where they stomped off pouting.\u00a0 Conversations that deteriorated into shouting matches (ashamed).\u00a0 And, the proverbial conversation that ended in slammed doors- theirs or mine. (<span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt; text-decoration: underline;\">not<\/span><\/span>\u00a0my shining moment). As adults, the conversations with them sometimes end with agreeing to disagree with mutual respect.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><em><strong>I love my children; but I can never love them with the love that God has for them. They know that.<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><em><strong>I care for my children; but I can never take care of them the way that God has and will continue to do.<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><em><strong>I weep when they do something out of character; but my heart hurts very little compared to the way that His hurts for them.<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>I could and would die for them if needed; but my death can never accomplish what Jesus did on the cross for them and me.\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>I can be a friend; but I will never be the comforter that the Holy Spirit is.<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">As parents of adult children: we listen, give advice when asked, revel in their accomplishments with them, ache when they ache, love our grandchildren as much as they love them as parents (they are after all a genetic extension of ourselves), admire their parenting skills (where did they learn THAT?), rejoice when they grace us with their presence and help when they ask for help. \u00a0And some of us wonder in amazement, how did they get there?<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">And now, for something completely different (but related):<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">Some of us have been given great gifts and opportunities in a child who is \u201cdifficult.\u201d Life does not go as we scripted in our heads. Nor, does any day pass with ease. More like less pain than the day before-that\u2019s a good day-\u2026 Some of those children we do not understand at all. We feel like God made a mistake in bringing us this child, at times. We do not know what to do with them, every thing seems wrong. Just saying \u201cGood Morning\u201d can be the middle of a minefield.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">We\u00a0<em>do<\/em>\u00a0remind ourselves that we love them and that life is what is difficult, not the child. We respect them for who they are; we don\u2019t apologize for them being \u201cdifficult.\u201d\u00a0<em>More<\/em>\u00a0seems to become the litany every morning. As they reach adulthood, we trust God\u00a0<em>more<\/em>. We pray even\u00a0<em>more<\/em>\u00a0for this one. We cry\u00a0<em>more<\/em>. Sometimes, it\u2019s I can\u2019t take any\u00a0<em>more<\/em>. We let go. And, if God wills it, they return like the prodigal. If not, we hold them in our hearts anyway.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">Here\u2019s the little I\u2019ve learned along the way:<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Tell them you love them every time you are with them, end a phone conversation with them, write them an email, whatever. Tell them. Everytime. And mean it!<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Communicate with them frequently, not just text or email. They need to hear your voice as much as you need to hear theirs.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Only bring up the good, funny, dumb, silly and slightly embarrassing moments. Never the moments where you were ashamed to be their parent. Those moments are for them to bring to you. Or not.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Teach them total dependence on God and total independence from you as they grow up. Umbilical cords were designed to be cut. This means teaching them about everyday things they need to know and Who to go to for healing broken hearts.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Teach them what good looks like so they can recognize evil when they encounter it. This means The Word. Get it into their hearts when they are young.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Remind them when they are children and adolescents that you are accountable before the Lord for them until they are adults. And that\u2019s why you are the meanest mom in the world. What they do then is between them and God.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Hold them accountable for their actions. My children still tell me the one thing that stuck with them was that I told them that I prayed they would be caught and held accountable when they did something or said something wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Tell them over and over: they are not yours. That God created them in His image, for His purpose and that He has a plan for them. That He saw fit to make you their parents and that they belong to Him and have done so since before they were born. And believe it yourself.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Don\u2019t hold onto them a minute longer than necessary. If it\u2019s difficult letting go; go ahead, cry your heart out and express it to the King of the Universe \u2013 He knows all about that. Yeah, I did that, too. It hurt. Still does.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Accept that their choices in life are not yours to make. Trust God. He is working out\u00a0<strong>HIS<\/strong>\u00a0plan for them-not yours. They were created\u00a0<strong>for Him<\/strong>\u00a0not you, hard to admit, but true.\u00a0<strong><em>Trust Him<\/em><\/strong>.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Let them know your prayer needs and they will let you know theirs.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>And, finally where I started: love them, really love them and let them know that you love them every chance you get. Even if you don\u2019t like them very much some days.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>One more: do not forget the importance of touch. For you and them. Greet them with a hug and say good-bye with a hug. Hug them like you mean it, not like you are hugging someone because you feel like it\u2019s expected for the occasion. You know what I\u2019m talking about.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Symbol;\">\u00b7<span style=\"line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Last one, I promise: pray for them like you\u2019ve never prayed for anything else in the world. They are up against it in so many more ways than we were as their parents. They are fighting battles every day for their minds and hearts and the minds and hearts of their children.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #008080; font-size: 12pt;\">I don\u2019t offer any guarantee. Those don\u2019t exist in humanity. But God does offer the guarantee of eternity.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><span class=\"text\"><strong><em><span style=\"color: #548dd4;\">O my people, hear my teaching; listen to the words of my mouth.<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/span><strong><em><span style=\"color: #548dd4;\">\u00a0<span class=\"text\">I will open my mouth in parables,<\/span><span class=\"indent-1-breaks\">\u00a0<\/span><span class=\"text\">I will utter hidden things, things from of old\u2014what we have heard and known,<\/span>\u00a0<span class=\"text\">what our fathers have told us. We will not hide them from their children;<\/span><span class=\"indent-1-breaks\">\u00a0<\/span><span class=\"text\">we will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the\u00a0<\/span><span class=\"small-caps\"><span style=\"font-variant: small-caps;\">Lord,<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<span class=\"text\">his power, and the wonders he has done.<\/span>\u00a0<span class=\"text\">He decreed statutes for Jacob and established the law in Israel,<\/span>\u00a0<span class=\"text\">which he commanded our forefathers<\/span>\u00a0<span class=\"text\">to teach their children,<\/span>\u00a0<span class=\"text\">so the next generation would know them,<\/span>\u00a0<span class=\"text\">even the children yet to be born, and they in turn would tell their children.<\/span>\u00a0<span class=\"text\">Then they would put their trust in God<\/span>\u00a0<span class=\"text\">and would not forget his deeds<\/span>\u00a0<span class=\"text\">but would keep his commands. Psalm 78:1-7<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/strong>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><strong><em><span style=\"color: #548dd4;\">Train up a child in the way that he should go; and when he is old, he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><span class=\"woj\">\u00a0<\/span><span class=\"woj\"><strong><em><span style=\"color: #548dd4;\">For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. John 3:16-17<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span class=\"text\" style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><strong><em><span style=\"color: #548dd4;\">Peter replied, \u201cRepent and be baptized, every one of you, in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins. And you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. The promise is for you and your children and for all who are far off \u2014for all whom the Lord our God will call.\u201d Acts 2:38-39<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span class=\"text\" style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Black Box Warning:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"border: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 1pt 4pt;\">\n<div style=\"border: none; padding: 0in;\">\n<p><span class=\"text\" style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>There may still be some hiccups along this part of the path of parenthood. Take those to the cross and nail them there and just to be sure, super glue them, too! Active parenting is for a season, but you never stop being a parent. Just love them. No strings- just love.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Linking up with:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The recent post on Kate Megill\u2019s blog: Building Friendships with Adult Children brought up some very good points:\u00a0\u00a0http:\/\/teachingwhatisgood.com\/friendships-adult-children\/ \u00a0 Made me think hard. That\u2019s good!\u00a0 Here\u2019s my 2-cents worth: \u00a0 We never stop being parents. \u00a0 Ok, that\u2019s out of the way. True confession time: I am the parent of adult children. 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