You want some tomatoes. They’re just barely out of reach. But to get them, you must traverse… The Brat Zone. You know, standing in the middle of the aisle: 2‑foot nothin’, still thinks she’s God: “Whaaaa!!!”
A person could learn a lot from observing child behavior. (If it weren’t so excruciating!) That brat, for instance, teaches me two things. One: Get over yourself. Two: Get over yourself.
Oh, wait. Three: Before throwing a fit, step away from the tomatoes.
Hands down, all my schooling didn’t give me half the education that I got raising children. ‘Nothing like being an example to ship you into shape. But, mostly, it was the scenarios. For instance: When kids gathered all the kids they knew—but being daft, that ignorantly leaves out only one—Mom to the rescue. But then came the learning curve: Mom? Have you not done that? Ouch.
How about when the teenager starts sleeping in till noon? The Proverb jumps right to your frontal, doesn’t it? Prov. 6:6 Go to the ant, O sluggard, Observe her ways and be wise. Easy words to prattle across the messy bedroom, but wait: That 15-year-old rides her bike; when’s the last time you donned those sneakers, Momma? Ouch, again.
While we’re in Proverbs, a choice one for that grocery-store mom: Pr. 23:12-14 Do not withhold correction from a child, For if you beat him with a rod, he will not die. You shall beat him with a rod, And deliver his soul from hell. But, again, turning the tables: Am I learning from God’s doctrine, reproof, correction, and training? (2 Tim. 3:16) Ah, so much to learn—so little time.
Bill Cosby said kids are brain damaged. Dare I say it? We all are? We suppress the truth, are blinded to God’s glory, and languish in lesser things. JUST LIKE KIDS. We ignore the benefits of the pearl of great price, and settle for a sack of marbles.
But there’s hope for us yet: Ps. 51:17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.