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Stong Willed

Has anyone else ever noticed that it is the people that we are the most similar with that we sometimes can’t get along with AT ALL…  Well for me, that is the case.  Those that are leaders and bossy (like me) can’t handle being bossed around unless they want to be.  Those that are quiet and don’t take charge, can’t hang out with others that are that way because they get bored.  Some people are middle of the road and can get along with everyone, man how I wish that was my chemistry make up.

I had a revelation yesterday – my oldest daughter is JUST like me.  She wants what she wants, when she wants it and wont listen to anything, or anyone telling her no.  She will do what she wants, how she wants to.  She is strong willed.  I am strong willed.  It leads to quite a few personality clashes.  There isn’t anything wrong with being strong willed.  It can be quite an amazing quality.  Some of the greatest leaders have been strong willed.  It is when two strong wills collide that it makes for a hard time.

The little things in life annoy me, like her not listening to when I tell her not to do something.  She knows that I told her not to, but she does it anyway – then if I don’t give her attention, she informs me that she did it to get attention, even bad.  We have tried punishments and I don’t know how many more punishments I can take.  So not only is she a strong willed child, but she is wanting to be the center of attention.  Could she be any more like me?  HAHAHA… 

God really laid this on my heart yesterday because she really is a good kid.  And she is a kid, she can’t help that her chemistry is that way.  I shouldn’t want to change her so that I can control her.  I should love the little personality that God gave her.  I have been going to bed frustrated many evenings from a horrible bed time routine, or her getting out of bed 3 times to ask me to cover her up (even though she was covered up) or to turn her noise maker on, then louder…  My husband is extremely patient, seriously he is pretty close to the perfect man, he constantly is reminding me that my daughter is just a kid.  She is just being a kid- so it occurred to me that it isn’t her fault yesterday.  Yes, it took me that long to realize that she wasn’t doing it to annoy me, I think I knew it but never grasped it. 

I am in control of my own actions and reactions.  God put on my heart 1st Corinthians 13:4-5 “Love is PATIENT, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is NOT SELF SEEKING, it is NOT EASILY ANGERED , it KEEPS NO RECORD OF WRONGS.”

I LOVE my child.  If you see her and hang around her for 2 seconds, it is hard NOT to love her.  I have not be demonstrating my love to her.  I have not been showing her what love is.  She needs to be disciplined when doing something bad, but when it is harmless, or a silly reason, I just need to show patience, it isn’t about me.  My life needs to be about God 1st – and he told me to love- then it needs to be about others 2nd (namely my kiddos since they are who I am always with) and then I am 3rd. 

As hard as it is to admit, and although I have said it many times, the world doesn’t revolve around me.  I have said it hundreds of times, I just need to be reminding myself of it at all times!  Happy day y’all!

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