My husband is a Marine and I have always loved listening to his days in the corps stories especially since my oldest son is planning on becoming a Marine as well after college, he gets the “you need to be prepared for this” story. I marvel at all our soldiers go thru in the training process and can’t imagine going thru what they do from their Drill Instructors. I know there is a purpose but as a mom I am really apprehensive about my son going through what they must to become who they need to be to defend our country and make Marines out of boys, the same as my husband. The yelling and structure and my way and that’s the only way mentality of the DI’s and having someone treat my son that way, or should I say someone else. By someone else I mean me.
This week I was meditating on the verse:
She watches over the activities of her household ~ Proverbs 31:27 HCSB
I began contemplating what exactly this verse means and how this relates me and my family and raising Godly children and running a household. The more time I spent on it I realized I haven’t really been watching over my house as much as I rule over it. It bears a big resemblance to the boot camp in my husbands stories. There aren’t uniforms or 5am bugles but there is a drill instructor who doesn’t play. You may not have to drop and give me 20 but you will have to do laps on the stairs when you leave your shoes in the den. You won’t have to scrub the bathroom with a toothbrush at my house (I do that) but you may have a drawer dumped out that you need to reorganize when you have shirts that should be hung up stuffed into a drawer hidden among tshirts. I won’t even go into the many other little quirks and habits I have that when my household doesn’t want to stay with can lead very quickly to a most prized electronic device or two finding a new home locked away in my office. The my way or no way you cannot deviate from the plan and absolutely not leave anything out of it’s place mentality that has been my house or should I say Oliver Island.
This scripture really made me think about the way I run my house as opposed to watching over it. My house doesn’t need a micromanager and definitely not a drill instructor it needs a mom who is secure enough to be ok that everything is not done exactly as I would have done it, they have tried and that’s good enough. As the wife and mother I set, as do all women, the tone in my house and I don’t want it to be one of bootcamp but rather love and nurturing where everyone is free to step out of line. Still knowing that there is discipline and consequences for wrong or inapporopriate behavior but it’s ok for a short book to be on the tall book shelf sometime. That the role God has given to me as the one who watches over her house should be done the way He would do it, always in love and understanding not always as the drill instructor not allowing anyone to ever step out of line. Because after all, it’s not a matter of life or death if the transformers are left in the lego box.