My Madison. My middle school Madison.
This age has presented newness... just like other phases in her life have.
We've been having challenges with influences in her life. Friends, boys... and the such.
Nothing too major, but enough for mama bear to be on red alert.
In psychology class I've been learning about adolescent statistics... how they think, how they act. Theorist and theories. I've gained a lot from this class but I've also maintained a realistic perspective that we are not of this world. As a christian I have promises from God for my children. I don't have to buy into the fear of what the world says my child will become.
For that I'm thankful.
A bad report from her teacher left me in tears the other day as I left the school... tears flowed as I passed the assistant principle, another parent from her class and one of her little buddies. Geesh. Feeling foolish for letting frustration get the best of me I lifted my head high & reminded myself that it's going to be OK.
I've gotten a lot better than I used to be. I used to let fear consume me with negative thoughts about her future. Thoughts that she would do the things I did. Be the teenager I once was. God has set me free from those fears though. They were paralyzing. He helped me see that I was parenting in fear instead of trusting in Him. He's replaced the fear with a sweet peace and assurance that He is her Father... which far exceeds my role as her mother. I'm trusting Him. Resting in Him.
She's developed beyond her age. I have to constantly remind myself that she IS still a little girl even though she is so desperately trying not to be one anymore.
Despite it's challenges, I have enjoyed this new relationship with Madison. One of my new favorite things to do with her is study together. My school has really helped me understand the pressures that she has. I've enjoyed teaching her study skills and studying with her. Her history and science books flopped open while I have my anatomy book and note-cards laid out.
I like it.
I've picked up "Power of a Praying Parent" again. It was collecting dust on the bookshelf. It's perfect... 30 prayers, 1 for each day of the month.
I'm asking God to help me be the mom He wants me to be... always.