Five little monkeys jumping on the bed, One fell down and bumped his head, Mama called the doctor and the doctor said, No more monkeys jumping on the bed! Four little monkeys jumping on the bed, One fell down and bumped his head, Mama called the doctor and the doctor said, No more monkeys jumping on the bed! Three little monkeys jumping on the bed, One fell down and bumped her head, Mama called the doctor and the doctor said, No more monkeys jumping on the bed! Two little monkeys jumping on the bed, One fell down and bumped his head, Mama called the doctor and the doctor said, No more monkeys jumping on the bed! One little monkey jumping on the bed, She fell down and bumped her head, Mama called the doctor and the doctor said, Put those monkeys right to bed!
Allow me to stretch my imagination a little and turn those monkeys into kids, and ask a few thought provoking questions:
1. What kind of Mama puts five kids into a bed and allow each one on FIVE different occasions to fall off and bump their heads?
2. Did Mother honestly have the courage to call the doctor FOUR more times to the house after he warned her the first time – ‘no more jumping in the bed’?
3. Is Mom even listening to the professional’s advice of the doctor?
4. Is Mom the reason why the kids are out of control?
Come let us reason together….
Parenting is a job that can make the wisest person feel like a high school dropout, or make a saint feel like a sinner, or a non-drinker feel intoxicated.
As much as we hate to admit it lest someone think we don’t love our children – parenting is hard work.
In my fourty-three years as a parent, I’ve faced some really tough parenting issues that made me less than competent.
Sometimes it feels like a winning streak…until you run into a couple of roadblocks (challenges) that quickly wreck your confidence making you seriously second guess your capabilites.
Maybe the mother of the five little monkeys was frustrated and angry that her kids were out of control ….feeling helpless … she locked herself away in her bedroom.
If you have ever cried yourself to sleep because you felt incompetent then you are a great Mom. It’s all part of the daily run of the home.
What keeps us going as mothers when all we want to do is to escape the drama days of parenting?
The Mother is the Heart of the Home on good days and bad days.
Our position in the home. is way too important to call in sick, to apply for time off, or to seek a replacement.
Parenting is not the kind of job that you can ask for a sabbatical while you have five little monkeys in the bed at nights.
Doctors calls are an expensive form of therapy. Damaged monkeys are no fun to be around. They can make our lives a living hell for the rest of our lives here on earth.
Most parents do not want anything bad for their children. We all dream of a great future for our children. We want them to be happy, successful and healthy….and that’s a fact.
But sometimes unintentionally, bad parenting happens, and when bad decisions are made …it can be detrimental for all.
Decisions were much easier when we didn’t have children.
But when children are involved …. every decision we make can have a lasting impact on them – good or bad.
There are no part-time employment in parenting … it’s a full-time job that we signed up for until death do us part.
When we are in doubt about a decision it maybe helpful to ask, “How will this decision affect my child or children in the next 5 or 10 years”?
As moms we must hold back on making a self-serving decision….because in time to come our children can bump their heads and fall off the beds.
Good parents do things out of love for their children while sacrificing pleasurable things.
The decisions we make always affect someone.
Poor choices bring a ripple effect that can last forever. Carefully planned decisions can bring lasting happiness and God’s richest blessings into our home for many generations.
It’s critically important to bring ourselves to the point of understanding the full impact our decisions have on our children. We signed up to join the army of ‘Moms at Work’ for the rest of our lives and from that moment we were no longer our own person.