You’ve heard the comparison between making pancakes and
raising kids? With the pancakes, you burn the first one
and throw it away.
All the rest turn out perfect.
Of our three children, our first one fit that analogy.
Except we would never have done anything so unkind as to throw him away.
But I will confess, the thought of lending him out to someone
else entered my mind several times a month.
He was a beautiful baby! Matthew John Timmers came out of my body
with a chunky one of his own, at over nine pounds. His head
was covered with dark curly hair. His pink and white complexion
made him look the prettiest in the pink nightgown
that came with the layette we bought for him.
He was so good looking and extremely sure of himself.
In other words, he was what psychologists would call strong-willed.
By the time his younger sister and brother came along,
his strong will had developed completely. He had an agenda of his own
for trying to run our family, including testing the rules daily.
As in every day.
Testing whether or not he should pick up his toys, whether or
not he should come in the house now; whether or not to be kind
to his younger brother. Usually his response was “no” to all of the above.
As a baby, Matt was never cuddly unless he was sick.
Nothing soft and gentle.
As he got older, he would ride his Big Wheel down the driveway
and use his shoes and knees to brake.
Whatever outfit I put on him five minutes later was disheveled and in disarray.
It made me look like a mom who hadn’t read the manual on how
to dress your kid.
The biggest burden of raising a strong-willed child is the constant,
never ending testing of the rules.
It was exhausting.
Being his mom, I understood that this was his way of asking for security.
But being up for a fight every day gets wearing. It’s hard to do
housework with boxing gloves on. And during PMS time,
watch out, because he got a fight whether or not he asked for one.
All my friends seemed to have perfect overachieving firstborn children.
According to their mothers, everything these kids touched turned to gold.
Straight A’s came magically, their rooms were never messy, and they
treated their siblings with kindness and affection.
Where had I gone wrong?
Why didn’t we get that perfect firstborn?
One day, when Matt was in the ninth grade (Yes, we’d made it this far!) I was
on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. Besides being a humble
position, it was a good place to think.
As I scrubbed, my thoughts and feeling about Matt
flooded over me.
Junior High had turned out to be even more challenging than
his early years.
Where had we gone wrong? Why was he so difficult?
Would he ever turn out to be a decent upstanding adult,
or would he be running the streets naked?
Next came the wave of profound sadness that stopped everything.
I looked over at my bucket filled with water and began to cry.
Why not, when that bucket seemed to represent all the tears I should have
cried as a mother of a difficult child. My anger had
finally turned to sorrow.
As my tears fell, a small voice in my head began to say
“He’ll be all right. He’ll be okay”
But this voice wasn’t audible.
It was that still small voice that some people know
belongs to God. (I’m one of those people.)
I dried my eyes, put a happy smile on my face–are you kidding?
Nix the part about the smile.
I finished my floor with the rest of my tears in my bucket.
I can now tell you the Good News. Ready?
With a somewhat rocky start that became a time of realization
for Matt, he went on to obtain a degree in Construction Management.
He got good grades, his handwriting went from illegible
to a beautiful architect’s printing.
After college, he went on to get a job with a major road
construction company using his now well-honed math skills daily.
He enjoys reading magazines such as Engineering News-Record,
and Roads and Bridges.
In addition, Matt is a handsome man, married to a beautiful NORMAL
woman. They have two children, and Matt is a great dad.
Two years ago Matt was made vice president of his company.
As for that bucket of tears? I will never forget that day,
and the assurance the still small voice gave me and the
enormous pride my son brings to my life now.
And by the way, he still looks good in pink and is
man enough to wear it.
Here’s to raising kids with hope,
Nana Mary
11 comments
Thank you for this blog. I have a very strong-willed almost 3 year old son. He tests me constantly and some (most) days I just feel like I am failing. I’m glad to hear someone on the other side tell me that there is hope. Thank you.
Clare, Hang in there! Your hard and consistent work will pay off one day! You are doing a great job and one day your son will be SO special to you. Go mom!
Love,
Mary
Such a great post, Mary! I can relate to some of your feelings at a young age…raising a child who questions everything can be exhausting. So great to know that there is hope! You did good (at both parenting AND writing this post). Love you!
Mary, my cousin sent me this post after a very trying morning. I am thankful that there are other moms that can share their struggles. Our son just turned 2 last week, and his sister was just born 2 weeks ago. My husband is gone most of the week for work leaving me with the kids. Needless to say, there are a lot of moments where I just want to throw in the towel and hide. But I know that God won’t give me anything that I can’t handle without HIS help. Thanks for this reminder!
Emily, Thank you for your comment. And thank you for being consistent in your parenting and relying on God to get you through. It IS worth all the hard work, so hang in there. You’re doing a great job!
Love,
Mary
I know you Nealy, and know you are doing a great job of parenting! Yes, hope is down the road, so don’t give up!
Love,
Mary
Thank you so much for this! I have an incredibly strong willed, persistent and hyper-active 17 month old that I need to juggle with a two month old. I often feel like I’m doing it all wrong, particularly when I’m at ECFE or other play dates. It’s absolutely exhausting. It’s so reassuring to hear and see that there is light at the end of the tunnel…it’s a long tunnel, but there IS light at the end of it! Thank you again!
Dear Caitlin, Often our feelings tell us the wrong things. Especially when we are tired of parenting a strong-willed child! Hang in there and keep on doing the good job you’re doing. God WILL bless your efforts!
Love,
Mary
Thanks for the inspiration.
Great story! I have a 5 year old daughter who is the same way. Very strong-willed and a perfectionist along with it! Some days are tough but I try to stay as positive with her as I can. It seems to help. But there are those days that crying in a bucket is the only option!!
Thank you, Mary! This is EXACTLY my life with my first born, and she is almost 5. I have cried many, many tears daily from these exhausting battles and discouraging feelings about parenting.
Not so encouraging that middle school was tough for you (I was/am hoping full day kindergarten is going to help). But there is hope for the future. I know God is holding my hand thru it all (I’m one of those people, too.)
Thanks!