“Children do in excess what parents do in moderation.” I don’t know who originally said it, but I’ve heard this quote more times than I can count in the last couple of weeks. Always in reference to something bad like drinking or cursing or leaving the sponge on the kitchen sink wet. I’ve definitely seen this to be true in my daughter.
My cat Jo used to make these terrible noises when she was in heat. She scratched at the door trying to go outside and howled like her life depended on it. It drove me nuts. I threw pillows in her general direction and firmly insisted that she stop (read: chunked pillows at her and missed while yelling). I never thought much about it, though. I was just reacting in frustration. I never thought I was teaching while I did that. Oh, was I put in my place.
One day, when my daughter Amelia was a little over a year old, Jo started scratching and howling at the door. My barely walking toddler waddled over to where Jo was, furrowed her tiny little brow, pointed her finger and yelled “AH WA WA WA AH! AH!” Jo was so startled she stopped howling and just stared at Amelia who had turned to me smiling for approval.
I almost broke down crying! My actions had taught my daughter that this was how you were supposed to treat animals, and she was proud of herself for it because she had done what Mommy does! I felt miserable. I jumped up and ran to her. I took her in my arms and told her I was sorry. Then we went to find Jo, who had run off to another room by this time, and we pet her and talked to her. I told Amelia, “We need to be gentle with animals.” It was real eye-opening moment. She was copying me, and it was not pretty.
I’ve since had to correct my actions. The thought never crossed my mind that I was being unkind to Jo. In that moment, though, as my daughter yelled at our cat, I realized I had been teaching her meanness instead of kindness whether I meant to or not. She didn’t understand most of my words, but she certainly understood my actions. Now when Jo gets on my nerves, I take a deep breath and then go pet her instead. Amelia quickly learned to do the same.
I could go on and on about more incidences since then in which she has impersonated me and it was fairly unflattering, but, well, it was unflattering and I don’t want to. So let’s move on.
I realized this week that “Children doing in excess what parents do in moderation” can be a good thing, too. Hubs and I pray at the beginning of every meal. Well, most meals. Well, dinner. Sometimes we pray before breakfast, if we happen to all sit down together, which happens about half of the time. Sometimes, I pray before lunch but honestly, I’m so busy trying to do 15 things at once, that I forget. I would say that prayer before a meal is something I do in moderation, although I wish that weren’t the case. I intend to do it in excess, but it just doesn’t happen. Amelia, however, has caught on that we are supposed to hold hands and close our eyes before we eat. She began by not screaming when I took her spoon from her hand to hold it during prayer. Then she started closing her eyes like we do. Then she started reaching for my hand as soon as I buckle her in her seat. I was amazed when I realized what she was doing. She was taking what I do in moderation and forming a habit. She was “praying” in excess! Today, she bowed her head and closed her eyes before snack, which isn’t even at the table where we normally eat! I wasn’t sitting with her, she wasn’t at the table. I had just handed her a snack cup with Cheerios, and she sat down and bowed her head. Wow!
Deuteronomy 6:1-9
1 These are the commands, decrees and laws the Lord your God directed me to teach you to observe in the land that you are crossing the Jordan to possess,2 so that you, your children and their children after them may fear the Lord your God as long as you live by keeping all his decrees and commands that I give you, and so that you may enjoy long life. 3 Hear, Israel, and be careful to obey so that it may go well with you and that you may increase greatly in a land flowing with milk and honey, just as the Lord, the God of your ancestors, promised you.
4 Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. 5 Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. 6 These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. 7 Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. 8 Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. 9 Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.
I’ve heard it said that behind every good kid, there is a mom who is pretty sure she is screwing everything up. In the moments when my daughter stands on the scale in the bathroom and shakes her head even though she is so light the scale doesn’t even recognize someone is standing on it, or drops her sippy cup and immediately starts crying because that’s not what she wanted, or shakes her fist at the driver in the car next to us at a red light, I am 100% certain that I’m the worst mom in the world.
Then she bows her head to pray before snack time and I remember who my God is. He fills in where I mess up, and He is using her to refine me. He shows me, through Amelia, that the things I am doing right–talking about Jesus, praying, reading the Bible, having Scripture on our walls and on the radio in the car, loving the Lord with all my heart, soul, and strength as best I can–these things are all good and fruitful. Amelia is getting it, as much as a year-and-a-half old can. Oh, I hope to continue more of the good things and less of the bad things!