I hope my kids fail! I hope they fail more than once. I hope that they don’t go through life thinking that everything should come easily. That if they want something it will magically appear in front of them. I want my kids to feel what it’s like to work for something and it not go as planned. To redirect and take another path.
I want my children to understand that I love them so much that I won’t rescue them from failure. I won’t rescue them from learning invaluable lessons that they can only learn by messing up, making mistakes and having to live with the consequences. I want them to understand that perseverance and accomplishment isn’t always completing the task but basking in the journey of where it leads. I hope that they take leaps of faith not knowing what the outcome will be or where it will lead.
I want them to feel the pride and accomplishment of winning and the frustration and sadness of losing. I want them to know what it’s like to go without and to have plenty. I want them to feel heartache, pain and suffering in the most innocent of forms. I want them to have no other option than falling on their knees seeking comfort in the arms of their savior. I want them to fail now. Now, when I am still able to hold them, guide them and reassure them. I want them to fail now, when the consequences seem grave yet aren’t detrimental to their future.
For some reason we are consumed with giving our children a cushy life. Giving them the impression that whatever they dream up will go exactly as planned. That they are greatest thing since sliced bread. The reality of growing up is that life isn’t always easy, it’s not always fun and sometimes it’s just plain hard. But as Kevin Durant says. “Hard work beats talent when talent fails to work hard”. It’s the leaps of faith, the mistakes, the detours, the failures that require us to go beyond our God given talents and work for what it is we are called to do.
God answers prayers. He makes dreams come true but not without effort on our part. All-in-all isn’t it the things in life that we have worked the hardest for that have had the greatest reward? If there’s anything I’ve learned in my short 33 years of life, it’s that through some of my greatest failures I have learned the greatest lessons. As a parent I don’t want to see them to suffer or be in pain. I don’t want to see another break their heart or watch as their dreams don’t go as planned, but that’s not reality.
I can however be there to comfort, guide and encourage them. I can direct them, give advice and pray for them. As a parent I get to be the constant that provides security and safety in an uncertain world. A place where whether they’re having a good day or a bad day, whether they aced their test or completely bombed, its going to be okay. That they will be loved, accepted and appreciated, not for their accomplishment or because of what they’ve done but simply because I am their mom.
Here is a video that I came across and thought it had a great message for our girls!!