As mothers, we enjoy to nurture our children. It’s innate. Part of who we are.
If a child falls, we quickly come to their needs and cradle them in our arms. If someone hurts their feelings, we hug them and let them know that they are loved.
As mothers, we also shelter our children to protect their innocence and well being.
After all, they’re our babies and there’s nothing wrong with showing our children we care for them and will do everything within ourselves to be there for them.
However, as a mother with two boys and two nephews, it’s easy to forget that God has given us a special calling.
A call to raise our boys to be leaders.
In our society, it’s easy to waterdown this responsibility. We’re living in a country where boys are expected to be quiet and still.
To sit alongside others to gently talk and express their emotions. Rambunctiousness is not allowed.
At such a young age, these expectations are unreasonable. I don’t know about you, but my boys can’t keep still.
My boys are loud. Really loud.
They roar like dinosaurs. They crash and they zoom. They take on every character imaginable and especially love to fight the good fight.
With swords, cowboy guns, light sabers, and super powers; these boys conquer the world.
In spite of play, I need to constantly remember that we’re also raising future husbands and fathers.
Boys that will need to lead in their homes.
I am blessed beyond belief that my husband is a take charge kind of guy.
He’s a leader in our home that ours boys admire and seek to be just like him.
Dad leads in prayer. Dad opens the door for mama. Dad holds mama’s hand. Dad thanks mama for dinner and gives her special squeezes to let her know when she’s appreciated.
Dad helps mama clean. Dad reads scripture with the boys at night giving them hugs, kisses, and tells them I love you.
They also witness in arguments and reconciliation. They see us come together, repent, and pray for strength that only God can provide.
I am especially grateful that in anger, my husband never humiliates me, calls me names, or ever lifts a hand. An example that I pray my boys will follow as well.
Are we raising these boys right?
God only knows.
Gabe and I just put our faith in God and cling to this scripture.
Train up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he will not depart from it.
We pray for leaders, thinkers, bold, and strong. Boys that will love their families, lead them, and seek God.
For now, let them play.
Let them be wild. Let them be loud, adventurous, curious, and free.
Show them the love of the Father. The love of a husband. The love of a brother.
Let them take charge, show them responsibility, and the rewards of a job well done.
Most importantly, tell them I love you.
Dear God, thank you for this special responsibility. I pray, Lord, that these boys will be leaders in their communities and in their homes. That these boys will love you and seek to live under you. It can be so difficult, Lord, raising these boys. My prayer is that you continue to give me strength, patience, and love to raise them to be bold and strong so that one day, if they are called by you, they will know how to answer. I put my faith and trust in you, that one day I will be proud to call my boys, men. In Jesus name, Amen.