Validation Day. I think of it as a “Performance Day” or “The Day of Great Expectations” both as a mom and as a wife. Let me be clear, these expectations haven’t been imposed by anyone but myself. Nevertheless, they can be frustrating and impede my progress.
As a mom, I would love to have showered my kiddos with the grand gifts, crafts and celebrations like other moms do. Just to be organized enough to sit and make outstanding Valentines to pass out in class the next day.
|I am sure somewhere on here it says “Made by Supermom”|
I don’t have a photo of what we did. I didn’t have time to get out the camera as I dug through three different closets trying to find the small box of Mickey Mouse cards I bought on clearance last year. We managed to locate the name list to send back to school so the assistants in her class can help The Princess assemble her cards for her friends. I was feeling positive about it until I started seeing pictures on Facebook of candy covered tables with balloons waiting for the kids to arrive home. Shots of handmade valentines that no doubt included something special for the teacher. (ahem)
It seems that I forgot my own writing about competition. I needed to be reminded that my value comes from what was done for me by a loving and powerful God, not by what I do. That doesn’t negate the special things we do for our kids and families. It doesn’t at all take away the blessings we find in creating special moments for our family. It certainly doesn’t mean that I won’t steal ideas for next year! It just means that my worth as a mom doesn’t hinge on it.
The other side of the coin is the expectations we put on those around us. In particular, as a wife, it is so easy to put pressure on my husband. You really should feel sorry for the situation that The Coffee Guy found himself in for several years. Was the card big enough? Were the flowers the right color? Did he make restaurant reservations in time? Did he read my mind and book that weekend getaway to Paris or even better, Tuscany? I always measured how much he loved me by how well he met my standards. My impossible, unfair standards that were no doubt created by some TV show that most likely was written by a woman.
Thankfully, we have found freedom. Freedom from having to perform. Freedom to show grace, mercy and true compassion for each other. Freedom to really love each other. That means pursuing love as an action, not as a feeling.
|This guy seriously loves me!|
1 Corinthians 13:4-8a 4 “Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 8 Love never fails…”
We all need to be allowed to be ourselves. To express and celebrate in our own way and to realize that it really is a blessing to show others their value in who the Creator made them to be as well as snuggle down in the comfort of knowing he adores us too!
Consider yourself validated!