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I am a No-bot


My kids are not in school right now.  It is summer, so they shouldn’t be right?  I find myself thinking that “year-round school” might not be such a terrible idea.  I have become a “No-bot”.    
            “Can I have a cupcake for breakfast?”
                        “No, we need to eat something more nutritional.”
            “Can I watch more TV?”
                        “No, you have already watched 4 shows and it is only 9:00am!!”
            “Can I paint my sister’s toe nails?”
“No- seeing as last time you touched nail polish it ended up all over your face?!?!”
            “Can we go swimming?”
                        “No, it is pouring down rain!”
            “Can we go visit Daddy at work?”
                        “No, it is his busy season and we can’t distract him.”
            “Can we…”
                        “No…”
The list goes on and on…  I am feeling like “no” is my general response to anything anymore.  I hate it!  It made me think that I am like Pharaoh in Genesis… 

            Moses: “Let my people go…”
            Pharaoh: “No!”

Pharaoh didn’t think before he said “no” half the time.  He didn’t think about the consequences or justify his responses and for that God punished his people.  How often do we get in the habit of saying “no” when we should be saying “yes”?  How often do we not think of the consequences of us saying “no” and just do it out of habit?  How often should we be open and willing to look at the “yes” option? 

I am not saying to let your kids watch TV all day or eat nail polish, but in the big things in life, before we dismiss them with a “no”, let us consider the potential of “yes”.

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