The 3 Best Parenting Things I Know

The awesome thing about parenting is that when you keep at it, you eventually get somewhere.

I know this getting somewhere sounds far off for some and like a cruel joke for others who may feel right now like you are spinning your wheels – I’ve been in both places and all I can say is you’ll just have to trust me on this and mostly, just trust God.

And please — I don’t say this as if I’ve arrived, because look, I’m not stupid enough to boast about anything that I’m always at risk to royally mess up.

But I’ve been at this blessed parenting thing for nearly 20 years and if I haven’t learned anything, goodness, I should probably have been raking leaves for a living instead of attempting to slay dragons in my home in a hat that says Mother.

Since I told you I’ve dropped the idea of PC parenting and why I’m sure it’s a bad idea, I think it’s only right I tell you a few things I think are good ideas and do work, in the hopes I may encourage you on your journey in this mad, wonderful world of all things kids.

(Sidebar: *I hope by now it’s understood that anything I list will come after the prayer, Bible reading and nurturing of our own relationship with God that is by far the best parenting thing I know, will always know, selah and amen. Love God first and then your kid. You know this, yes? :)

1. We need to be straight up and honest with our kids.

I’m a horrible liar, so fortunately or unfortunately for my kids (and I think it’s been a little of both), this one came with the territory. But let me say: this is not the same as confiding in them as adults, giving them non-age appropriate information, not being wise in our disclosures in the name of being honest. What I’m talking about here is speaking to them practically and honestly about life and reality, as their age dictates and we discern. Even terrible liars like me have been known to become spin masters a time or two in the attempt to appease our kids.

This was not the problem of the mom I witnessed at the pool recently; however, at least on the day I witnessed her. I’m not sure what her son did, but clearly whatever it was had an air of entitlement she didn’t like. “You’re not God. You have a complex and you need to get over it,” were the words I heard her say, loud enough for the entire pool area to hear it. Now look – her approach was a bit harsh. But her child was in need of correction and rather than sugarcoat it, she spoke to him straight up. It might not be the best use of words, but I can’t help but think the world is in need of some more of that straight talk right now. As I sat there by the pool, I thought of some of the things adults say on Twitter that had their mom told them what this mom did, maybe they wouldn’t be quite so mouthy. :)

The point is, we need to be honest with our kids and stop telling them half truths to help ease them into things. We lead them on too much, placate them, and yes, even pitch to them unrealistic life opportunities that they then count on that don’t involve hard work and tangible efforts that do them a grave disservice. When they finally face reality they do so without the safety net of home (they are typically grown) and then it is a much harder adjustment. We must be wise in this, and we must also be truthful in how we speak to our children, at all times. When what they perceive doesn’t match what we tell them, it creates a crisis of faith.

2. We need to nudge our kids towards their own healthy self-esteem.

I’ve personally seen this happen with my oldest son, who we pushed to stay and do something hard his freshman year of college. My mother heart wanted to let him run away and get relief. But I knew that wouldn’t help him. And in the end, the growth and maturity that happened as a result was the greatest gift he never wanted.

On the opposite side of this, my girlfriend told me about how her daughter’s cheer team has some girls on it that were intimidated by a new cheer camp they were going to a few weeks ago and their moms didn’t make them go, even though the rest of the squad would be effected by it. The moms made up excuses for them so the girls could get out of it, and at the end of the camp week, this rough-around-the-edges young cheer squad learned an awesome, challenging new routine, and the girls on the team who went grew in leaps and bounds and were so proud of themselves. The ones who didn’t go were envious and wished they had gone because they saw the growth that happened for those who went, challenged themselves, and pushed through.

I know the trend in parenting is to let the kids decide what they want to do, if they do or don’t feel like it. But our kids need us to nudge them towards finding their self-esteem, not running from it. We parent well when we understand that honoring commitments and doing hard things makes for confident, well-adjusted people, and we parent our child with that in mind.

3. We need to be parents.

I don’t know how else to say it then to say it plain and straight. When we took on this role, we said yes to sacrifice and no to selfishness. We said yes to unconditional love. We said yes to long hours, hard work, being involved and staying involved (it pains me how many parents think they can stop parenting when their kids get to be older teens, at a crucial time), paying attention, overcoming odds, battling an enemy against us, hardcore prayer, nurturing, relentless pursuit, protection and provision, our own spiritual discipline, correction, setting our dreams aside for the dreams and goals of another. We said yes to guidance and wisdom and telling the truth even when it makes us not look perfect to our kids. We said yes to saying I’m sorry when we mess up and owning our stuff and getting right before God and leading them to the Father and instilling in them values and the love of Church. And we said yes to doing it all for the glory of God, holding them loosely while remembering they are His, and one day letting them go for the glory of God, too, and not making them feel one ounce bad about their physical going away. May we never forget our high call to be parents. There is nothing PC or easy about this. But there is also nothing more glorious or beautiful.

I’ve learned so much in my nearly 20 years of parenting and still, I know, so much more to learn.

But one thing I know: it will never be easy.

And then this: if I keep at it, eventually I will get somewhere.

Thank you, God.

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Why I Dropped the Idea of PC Parenting

The most honest thing I can tell you about parenting is that it is mostly a self-struggle.

What will people think of me?

How will I mess up my kids?

How do I handle it when my dreams for my child have died?

Why have I failed miserably?

It’s all my fault.

These are just a few of the running conversations we have in our head, as parents. It’s little wonder we are constantly exhausted, and not just because of all the crazy hours we put in doing the actual parenting.

In this struggle, there’s a copious amount of fear. Nuclear level, actually, and good thing you can’t unscrew our heads or open our chests to our heart to see just how much.

On the high end of the fearful parenting scale is PC (politically correct) parenting. In the PC way, we have to do it right and acceptable so no one will judge us. And as you may know, the fear of being judged sits chief among all parents. (I rarely say all, because all is too broad. But I think all here. I mean to say all.)

So I dropped the idea a while ago. I have a million things to mourn as a parent, and I don’t need to add my constant self-struggle with the fear of being judged as one of them.

The truth is, one day I suspect we will have an epidemic of mournful PC parents saying these 2 things:

I just wanted my kids to like me.

 I just wanted to respect the way my kids felt.

Because at the core, PC parenting is mostly about letting the kids lead the way. To this day, every time I’m tempted to buy into one of the two above trains of thought, I remember why I dropped the idea of PC parenting in the first place.

  • It doesn’t work. PC parenting sounds good but it doesn’t actually work. It’s not hard to see the results of this, I think. Children without boundaries, not respecting themselves or others, not understanding the precious value of absolutes and guardrails of yes and no, operating from the mistaken belief system that whatever they feel they can say, do and build they life choices upon – this is what we have walking around because parents just want to be liked and put too much stock into feelings. Even in general society, we are seeing the results of this – poor customer service, entitlement culture, etc. — and will even more in the days and years to come.
  • It isn’t actual parenting. We didn’t sign on for easy when we became parents. We didn’t sign on to make friends and have companions in life. If we did, we chose parenting for the wrong reason(s), and we can still make it right. When we choose PC parenting, we choose to put our needs over the needs of our kids (even letting them lead the way is a need of ours, not theirs, because kids want guidance despite what they say and how strongly they try to take over), and this isn’t the description of parenting, according to Scripture. (Eph., Prov., I Cor. and many other places speak to this.) The Bible talks about commitment and choice over feelings (see Deut.30), and never does it say that parenting requires us to bend to the feelings of our children, but in fact, talks about the opposite. Yes, we treat them tenderly, listen and love, caring for the way they feel. But we guide them to understand that feelings not only shouldn’t rule and dictate behavior, but they lie to us and lead us down dangerous roads many times in our life.
  • It doesn’t honor God. It’s pretty self-explanatory, but anytime we parent to keep up with society or be politically correct in order to stay in step with the world rather than the Word, we dishonor our God who blessed us with our children in the first place. It’s not being judgmental to say that the world’s way is wrong and God’s way is right: it’s what a Jesus follower must believe to our core and exercise in every area of our life – including parenting. As the line becomes more clearly drawn in the sand by society, we will have to decide how deeply we intend to honor God with our parenting and do whatever it takes to live what we say in a very tangible way.

Look, we all have hearts soft as mush for our kids. We adore them. But to be a parent is to let God take the natural and strain the self out of it until all that’s left is what’s best. All parents need His straining. Many times, I could have used even more but I was too stubborn to let Him.

Parents, I love us. I believe in us. God wants to use us in our kid’s lives, to grow them into the warriors they are meant to be. There’s never been a more important time to get on board with what God wants to do in the next generation – many of whom we are parenting under our same roof.

We can’t do that if we are trying to be PC parents.

Despite our mistakes and things we wish we would have done better, I want us to look back one day and say, I parented well. I did things God’s way.

We can. We really can.

With you in the parenting trenches.

Love you.

Love Jesus most.

Always His,

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Dear Parents: Why You Need To Put Your Warrior Boots On For the Sake of Your Kids

If there’s one universal cry of parents, it’s that we want our kids to be able to make it through this tough life and come out, ok.

God bless us, we know too much.

The bumpy roads, the impasses, the tears, the messes we got into and didn’t know better and messes we dove into head first…lost jobs, maneuvering friendships, miscarriages of babies and of justice of other things not in our control…marriages that don’t work that we lament because we started with the best of intentions…just all of it, the real life, the true, every day grind that even the best morning coffee can’t fix.

Add bombs to it – another mass shooting or a terrorist attack on top of all that – and the cruel crazy of the world feels like a foe too hard to fight.

If our kids only knew how much we worry about them.

We know God doesn’t want this for us. It’s not biblical…yes, we know. But these are our kids, and turns out, even good Christian parents don’t know how to make the worry ever completely go away.

But worry won’t help these kids. It will only make us less effective. They need us, now, more than ever, to become Jesus Strong so they will learn from our example.

A crazy-hard world calls for a crazy-strong Jesus follower.

The way we will prepare our kids for the crazy of this world is not by cowering with worry in the corner but by showing them the example of a Jesus Strong life.

Teach them to pray and get in God’s Word.

If we aren’t praying for our kids, intensely, we better start right now.  This is where it starts – with our example, and with our own dedication to giving our kids over to God. We need to be telling our kids that everything they need to know is found in the Word of God so when they are confused or discouraged or need wisdom or strength, to look there.

We need to be telling them that God is their Father and has all authority and He wants to listen to them so take all their burdens and hurts to Him. Long after we are gone they will have Jesus. We are foolish to think we will be there to shelter them from all the hard things. They need God, their only Help and Hope.

 

Teach them to put their warrior boots on and walk Jesus Strong.

Our kids need to know they are able and ready (Declarations 1 and 8 in the book, by the way) to walk through a tough, hard life because they walk in the power and authority of God and have everything they need to do so. (2 Peter 1:3) This is not wishful thinking; these are promises from the Word. Ephesians 1, John 16:33, and all throughout the Bible give us all the proof we need. Our speech at home needs to not be about how hard this world is and just end there. It needs to be about how despite the tough world we live in, Jesus has overcome the world, and when we give our lives to Jesus, we have a Hope who will not disappoint (Rom. 5:5) who provides His children with His strength to do hard things (Phil. 4:13).

 

We must shift our focus from doom and gloom speech to power and hope speech because we know Jesus. But make no mistake – our kids need training. Now is the time for preparation. If we are focusing all our efforts on ball schedules, cheer teams, academics and violin lessons but have not properly focused on the spiritual training and fortitude our kids desperately need, may we quickly wake to the reality of the situation. Declaration #2 in the book, I Will Know What I Believe, might just be the most important declaration for our kids to grab onto, and we must first grab onto it for ourselves so we can help them.

I’m with you, parents. One of the greatest joys of my life is parenting my three kids, and like you, I love them with every fiber of my being. There have been nights I have gone to bed afraid because of all the coulds and mights about my children, waking up in a cold sweat over the fears my mind thinks up.

But since God has rallied me with this call to put your warrior boots on in my own heart, there’s been a needed shift of perspective of how to do this life — for myself, for the body of Christ and most of all, for my kids.

They’ll need these warrior boots more than they now know.

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Dear Moms (and Dads) Who Just Sent Your Kid Off Into the World…Me, too

Image-1We have just entered into a club we knew we would one day be a part of, but in the midst of parenting like a boss, seemed so far away. That kid that was blowing out diapers and slobbering for a living one day turned into a nearly grown person, and we had no vote. We know it was meant to be. We are grateful we’ve made it to this milestone. But that doesn’t mean it’s not hard.

So, here we are now, that season of life we dreaded, if we are honest. We want them to grow. We want them to be independent humans. We also don’t want them to do either, because that means we no longer get to have them full time in our home. This is the rub of parenthood.

I don’t want to make this any harder on us than it already is. So I won’t.

This post is not let’s reminisce about how little they once were and now they grew up. Dear goodness, we’ve read enough posts about that. This post is me putting my arm around you and saying…I know. Me, too. We are kindred, so let’s talk about a few things that may help us both.

  • I think it’s good to admit we don’t like the system: us parenting awesome crazy and then one day, “bye…please text me every once in a while and I’ll see you for the holidays.” Listen. I know it’s the very best one. I know it’s the way it needs to happen. But I do not like it. I repeat. DO NOT LIKE. And I just want to say to you that you have permission not to like it, either, instead of pretending for the sake of others that you do.
  • Related to the last one but also, a next step kind of a thing. Though this moment is hard and yes, let’s take some time to mourn things…we can’t stay in the house and hold baby pictures and cry all day. Gosh, this has been known at times to be me. And sometimes an hour of this does a lump in the throat and personal sanity some good. But then we must dry it up and get up and get out of the house and keep doing life. Life is still really, really (mostly) good.
  • This is a good time to find friends in a similar life situation if we haven’t already. I’ll be honest: right now I gravitate towards you, and I think that’s ok. I adore my toddler-mom friends. I adore my single and newly married ladies. But this is a unique life thing, letting the kid we have raised, go. We need the specific support of others walking through as well as the wisdom of those who have walked before. There will be a day we are able to do coffee with new moms and hear about their grand, fresh adventures in motherhood but this is probably not the day for that, as we are remembering and struggling with what it feels like to let go and hope and pray we’ve taught them enough. We’re in a unique season, and I think it’s ok to gravitate towards the safe and knowing kindreds right now.

I have two more things I want to tell you – one which I find a huge help and mind shift – the other I consider the real lifeline.

So I’m continuing this conversation on Thursday at 9am EST on my Lisa Whittle author page on Facebook to talk about these things. I’ll be live at 9am EST with my coffee and a cyberhug, so LET’S GET TOGETHER for a few more minutes then. And if you are not in this particular life season but know someone who is…by all means, invite them to join me. I promise, I’ll take good care of their heart. (p.s. Even if you aren’t in this life season, you can still join, too! Non-exclusivity alert.)

In the meantime, head over to any of my social media accounts (FB, Twitter, Instagram) and leave me a comment or question related to this subject, and I’ll do my best to include it in our conversation on Thursday.

Happy Monday, my kindreds. I know. Me, too. I love you.

The One Thing I Want to Say to Parents

Image-1This is the moment I tell you, first, that I do not have this parenting thing down.

In case you need proof, ask my children, who this morning are likely reeling from a heated conversation last night with the 5 of us I’m not at all sure was led by the Spirit. I woke up this morning, like I have many days in the past 18 years of being a parent: feeling like I have failed, colossally, and my kids will pay the tab.

So an expert does not write this post. Believe that.

Good thing perfection is not a requirement to share a few things I’m learning and have learned.

I have read many parenting books, of which I think are heart-in-the-right-place great…that tell me 8,000 things to do to parent these kids of ours…and yet no book has ever held me in the dark times. No book has ever been there to ask: what now? when an issue threw me for a loop, unique to my kid(s) and their exact situation. I’ve called my own mom in those times. I’ve read the Bible, even just for the comfort. Most of the time, I’ve just ugly cried. Ask my dog. She knows.

The reality for me is this: don’t tell me too many things to do or I will become overwhelmed and not do any. I’m simple. Spell it out for me. I suspect we make too many parenting things complicated. It’s true: parenting is complicated. But then, it’s really not. I think it’s mostly just hard. It’s really about trial and error, teaching the core, heart things, forgiving ourselves, being open and honest, and begging God for help.

If I boil it all down, there’s really only one thing I want to say to parents, particularly the ones raising kids a little younger than mine who ask me from time to time, what to do.

Parent hard and play hard.

This is not rocket science, my friends. (Thank goodness.) It’s my simple offer of parenting advice in my 18 years of learning.

Do the hard work of parenting and then play your guts out with your kids.

Parent hard:

  • Dive in headfirst and stay in the deep. There will be times you will be tempted like crazy to get lazy because you are so very tired, and not just in the bones (heart weary, too). Don’t go MIA and bail. Stay with them when they are gross. Stay with them when they are annoying. Stay with them when they don’t like you at all. Dive in the second you find out you are going to be their parent and STAY, forever.
  • Let them know their place. These kids are so entitled now, we, the condescending adults say. But who gave them this permission? Surely we must look in the mirror. Since when were our kids, yes, these precious humans we would die for, supposed to be our entire world? Since when were they supposed to come before God? This is a tough one, parenting friends. I preach to myself. Perhaps they will not expect the things they do from this world (and us) if we feed them this message from the beginning: I love you. I am your parent until the end. But God will always come first. This is parenting hard, parenting well.
  • Correct and realign. Correct and realign. Repeat. As a mom, I am officially a broken record. I say the exact things, over and over, again. Sometimes I hate the sound of my own voice, saying them. But this is my job. I say the same things, even when I don’t think they are getting it. I preach the same messages about the same things because I know, I can either preach about many things or I can preach about a few that really matter. My husband and I have chosen to preach the few, tirelessly. I’m not sure if it’s worked, but we can sleep at night knowing we’ve taught the important lessons. From day one, let them know they live with a standard and keep that standard in place (while flexing with discernment by the help of the Holy Spirit in the million little different circumstances), no matter the cost.
  • Fight to the end. You are your kid’s pit bull. Never let them go and never let give up. Be relentless. Be the advocate. Fight for their pure mind and heart. Fight for their integrity. Fight for their kindness and responsibility and reputation. Fight and never stop fighting. This does not mean you take on their every issue…please, parents, let them fight, too. It just means never secede to the enemy. Draw a line in the sand and let him know: you can’t have my kids.
  • Deny the urge to make it about you. As my son is nearing graduation in a few weeks, this principle has come into heavy play. (I’m writing about that soon, so look for it.) This is tough love and tough truth for all of us: we make so much of parenting about us. Parenting hard is denying to make the urge about us, even when we can or desperately want to.

I just want to be their friend = our desire to have a buddy at the detriment of their growth and development as a person. If you parent hard now when they grow to be an adult, you will get to be friends. It’s worth the wait.

I just want them to be happy = our misunderstanding of life which causes them to have self-focused life goals. So much heartbreak and compromise has happened in this world, in peoples lives, all in the name of just wanting to be happy. This can’t be the goal, lest our kids spend their life on an empty chase.

I just don’t want them to go through that = our selfish desire to rescue so we can feel better.  Sometimes, you let them fall. Sometimes, you let them find out for themselves. This is hard. This is where they learn and we don’t cripple them. This is good parenting.

I just don’t know anything about social media = our lazy parenting which exposes our desire to live in denial. But I don’t know what I’m doing, we say. Doesn’t matter. Join the crowd. Learn. Become an expert. We can’t afford not to know. (Refer back to being a pit bull.)

  • Warrior through with prayer. Parenting hard is praying hard. You won’t survive with it. The end.

And thank the Lord, this is not where parenting ends. We do the hard (it’s a lot of hard, to be honest.) And then, with equal fervor, we play hard with our kids.

Play hard:

  • Laugh. Laugh, a lot. Laugh, freely. Your kids are funny, life is funny, the family is funny: laugh. Our kids need to see us laugh and they need us to laugh with them. No parent who parents hard will negate their parenting role by letting down and laughing. Laughing makes us all human. It puts it all in the same space. It unites a family. Have inside jokes between the family: trust me, if just for the fact you would be horrified anyone else knew, it will bond you.
  • Be weird. I have no science to back this up. All I can tell you is my kids know I’m weird and I suspect they like it a tiny bit. (They will not admit this, so do not even waste your time asking.) I see it in their eyes: when I call them a million weird nicknames, talk in my weird voice, kiss the bottom of their big feet. I think it’s amazing to embrace the weird. It helps us all not take ourselves to seriously and wind up in a straightjacket.
  • Take trips together. Listen. I know it’s expensive to take trips. I know raising kids is already expensive. But we spend money on a million different things, and I think trips need to be a priority. (Think back to your childhood. What do you remember but maybe the trips?) I’m not talking extravagant trips, here. Those are nice, but so are trips to the nearby lake where you skip rocks, old school. Pack a picnic. Tell your favorite things about each other. There’s a lot of love and wisdom between you. It’s amazing what happens when you get away from the grind and routine and play and explore in a new place, together.
  • Play games. Yes, the table kind. Yes, the outdoor kind. Yes to scavenger hunts. Yes to tag. Yes to Uno. Yes to Mexican Train. Yes to a puzzle. (My kids say no, but yes.)
  • Have both conventional and unconventional traditions. Some of our family traditions you would expect and some would make you look at me with side-eye. Some are spiritual and some are most definitely not. But they are all ours. And this makes them special.

By the grace of God, parents, we are all on the growing up journey. We fail, we fall, we rise, we risk, we love, we play.

Mostly, we just live in a space of grateful for the opportunity to mold humans into really great people.

Let’s parent hard and play hard and when we do: rest in knowing we’ve done our best.

Dear Parent: Just Cheer.

IMG_9819I announced my son’s commitment to play football at Furman University last Monday to my family and friends via social media. Overwhelmed is not a big enough word for how I felt reading all the congratulations. How does one describe how it feels to be loved?

But there’s a backstory to the whole thing, and I think you should know it. Because in it, there are some nuggets I believe may mean something to you, too.

When Graham was little, he loved to draw. He would spend hours sketching and shading and imagining and coloring. Favorite super heroes, animals, you name it…the boy would bring it to life with his hands. Many days I stood in awe of the talent and hung up as many of his pictures as would fit on my wall.

But in that admiration there was also a tinge of sorrow. Because I had dreams for my oldest son and in retrospect, they were mostly about me. I bought into the silent expectation that in order for boys to be manly they needed to be all about sports and my son just wasn’t. He never knew, but inside, as silly as it sounds, I mourned the loss of a dream I didn’t have a good reason to want.

But over time, and after some tears and prayers, I put the dream away. And I fully embraced the new dream of seeing him use his artistic talents for the glory of God. I even got excited. I stocked him up on all the pencils and pens and paper and watched him create amazing things, day after day.

You can imagine, then, my surprise, when years later he comes home to tell me he’s playing football at recess. I like it, he says, and I can see the eyes gleam. More and more, he plays football outside, while the art sits on the table waiting patiently for him to return. Soon he no longer picks up the pencils. The artist inside him never leaves but it grows quieter and quieter until one day, he draws no more. And I must, once again, change gears. And I must, once again, mourn another dream.

But this is parenthood, is it not? The sweetest slow death to me.

Graham became quite an athlete.

I could tell you all the things, because I have them memorized: the plays, the catches, the touchdowns, the interceptions: I remember each one. But I memorized the tears, too, and sometimes their memory is stronger. I memorized the days he lived some challenging things in a changing environment throughout his high school football career. I memorized the sound of a coach’s voice that did not believe in him, the smells and sounds of grueling days of summer football practice, the day he told his teammates he was leaving his senior year to go to a different school. The dream felt especially bad that day.

And as any good cheerleader would, I stood on the sidelines and watched and cheered. I watched him thrive, and grow and learn. I watched him do hard things with determination. I watched him earn the respect of new teammates and coaches and earn the right to start the game and play both sides of the ball. I watched him be interviewed for the paper and send me joyful texts about how he was highlighted again in the news as a player to watch. And as with every other time he chased a dream in all of his 18 years, I fought to make the dream not about me.

And now here we are with a grown up young man and his dream to play college football, which has unbelievably become real. And I realize really all of it has been a leap: to risk, to rise, to change, to obey the voice of God, to cheer from the sidelines. There has been hard work and there has been inexplicable favor. Crazy God things that are too long to write in this blog that I wish we could sit down over coffee and let me tell you.

But I want you to know this, about your own life, too:

  1. Sometimes dreams don’t die but they go dormant for awhile and then God gives them back to you. Just always be ready to change gears.
  2. Sometimes people won’t believe in you. It’s ok: it doesn’t change you having the goods.
  3. Follow leads, walk through doors, take risks, if no other reason…so you can never say it was because you didn’t even try.
  4. Pray and trust God. Pray and trust God. Pray and trust God.
  5. (Parents) Don’t make your kid’s dreams about you.

You never know when God may dream up something better or give the old dream back.

In the meantime, just cheer.FullSizeRender