by Candace Cortez
There is one part of
parenting that is revealing parts of myself that I didn’t know existed. That is
youth sports. I have never been chill, and I know this. But I did not expect
passion to escape from my being as it does when my son’s team has the ball. I
try to play it cool with some of the other cute moms and relaxed fathers on the
side lines. I enjoy chatting with the other fans of children’s team sporting
events. But more often than not, I am interrupting a nice conversation about what
our kids will or won’t eat for dinner with a shout of “GOOOOO GOOOO GOOOO!”
because all of a sudden my son or one of his friends is running the ball. I
can’t help it. I am a loud, but encouraging team mom.
I have been comparing these
same compulsory responses to those that erupt when you stub your toe on the
corner of the couch. You don’t always get to plan those next few syllables that
sneak (or stampede) out of your mouth. You don’t get to practice your response
to sharp pain and usually that response is wrapped in anger, which could lead
to not so shiny statements. But
just because you’re not in a place to edit your comments with your full range
of self-control, does not mean you’re off the hook for what comes out of your
mouth. I learned this lesson recently.
I was sitting next to a mom
I didn’t recognize. She was kind and didn’t complain with her face when I
decided to share her shady spot instead of choosing a space outside of her
bubble. I was being loud encouraging the team as always. I typically try to
celebrate both sides of the field if the situation arises. There was a
particular play when one of the players on the opposing team got a little
aggressive when he didn’t go as far as he wanted. I kind
of laughed at the situation with her, made a passing comment about his
frustration, and then quickly followed it up with a complement about his
cuteness. Insert generic mom
comments here. After the game, that same little boy from the opposing team came
running up to his mom sitting right next to me. My mind immediately raced back
to my comments. Were they rude? Did I mock or ridicule him? Was she even paying
attention? Luckily after my rapid-fire recall moment, I felt I was in the
clear. I told him good game and left so glad I didn’t have my foot in my mouth.
Lesson learned: you have no
idea who is listening! There are very few things that can break the potential
for relationship than insulting someone’s child. I know I would have a hard
time trusting someone who was rude to my little ones. Paul warns us in Ephesians
4:29 Do not let any
unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for
building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who
listen.
This doesn’t mean when
you’re in a good mood, or at church, or when you’re totally aware of your
surroundings. This isn’t because God wants to control us, or dictate what we
say. I truly believe God gives us these warnings because it’s wisdom. If I were
to shout out negative things about a little one who is having a negative moment
during a child’s sporting event, I may have used words that don’t matter to end
a friendship before it even began.
God desires for us to love one another. One of the ways to do that is with your words. It’s really difficult to say I love you after a situation when your words or actions say quite the opposite. We must weed out the negative stuff so when we are in an auto-response mode, it’s not hurtful to those who are forced to hear us. We don’t always get to pick who hears us, but we do get to pick our words.
God desires for us to love one another. One of the ways to do that is with your words. It’s really difficult to say I love you after a situation when your words or actions say quite the opposite. We must weed out the negative stuff so when we are in an auto-response mode, it’s not hurtful to those who are forced to hear us. We don’t always get to pick who hears us, but we do get to pick our words.
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