There is a mother somewhere who is taking out her frustration on being a parent on others almost on a daily basis. “I wouldn’t hurt my child…” so she says, but when it comes to everyone else, “But you, I would!” Well that is an entirely different story.
Not happy with how her life turned out, a young mother cries
for attention, affection, and a host of other things. But the one thing she needs the most, she can’t
get from men, women, children, and things.
“And what might that be,” you ask? Joy!
An overwhelming emotion that sticks around longer than happiness even
when the baby is crying, her man is complaining, and other children and
relatives have all kinds of issues, all that mother wants is some joy! Oh sure peace is nice, but joy is contagious.
So how does she get some joy? Joy doesn’t come overnight and you can’t get
it by periodic church attendance or saying a quick prayer every now and
then. In my personal experience, I have
felt the presence of joy come into my life and linger when I could wrap my mind
around my purpose for living, coupled with a serious self-chat about my
reactions to any and all people and things and then summed up to thoughts and
study of my eternal destiny complete with our Creator while envisioning a future
void of all my current responsibilities.
Sit back for a moment, re-read then ponder.
It is an awesome thing to reach a point in your life where
all these challenges you go through will pass.
You don’t doubt this concept, you don’t debate it, and you don’t whine
about it—all issues will pass! The child
can’t scream his or her head off forever.
The man can’t be a grump forever.
Relatives and friends can’t have grudges, dramas, and more for always. The storms in this life will pass away! So what are you going to do in the
meantime? Act like the meanest,
nastiest, evilest woman on this earth while acting like an angel with your
child (as if he or she isn’t watching how you treat others).
For the woman, who appears to be okay with her personal
life, but in a storm with everyone else, nothing passes away in her world. There is always someone or something getting
the best of her emotions if it isn’t her husband, it is the neighbor, the store
clerk, even what she might call “The Man Upstairs!” The
photos of her deceased relatives, who she proudly displays throughout her home,
look at her sometimes as if talking to her from the other side, “Get a
grip! You love your kid too much. What’s going to happen when he/she goes
away? You still have to face the rest of
society. Keep acting the way you are and
you will end up killing yourself or being killed!”
The ugliness of the past continues to haunt her every time
she passes mom’s photo, dad’s, sister’s, brother’s (sigh). She fights with herself and her partner over
unresolved issues. She never wanted to
be responsible for the next generation, but she encourages herself by saying, “There
is nothing I can do about my surprise/mistake/miracle/blessing, so I will just
love this child anyway, but I don’t have to love everyone else!”
The mother who hasn’t managed to be at peace with her motherhood
role somehow warps what is supposed to be a half logical, half creative
mind in such a way where she isn’t mad with self, child or sometimes even the
man she has had the baby with, but society, her childhood, relatives, and
others are to blame. But none of these
people were in the bed with her and her lover when she procreated, right? Wrong!
The mother had brought all her baggage into her lovemaking session in
the hopes that she would be free of all that was wrong with her, but to no
avail. For some, even the act of a sexual
release when the child was created was sub par.
Mom is often angry and it doesn’t take much to set her
off. “What now? Who do you think you are? I will hurt you about my family!” she yells
at a stranger. Does she even care about
her family that much?
It all appears normal at first, her life. Spending time with a mother with her
misplaced anger issues eventually show up and show out! Of course, we wouldn’t want her to take her
frustrations out on her family, but she shouldn’t get so upset with others
because she has yet to recognize what is really bothering her about her role.
Maybe there are some unfulfilled dreams and this mother’s
current responsibilities are keeping her from achieving them. Could she also be fighting a situation that
is a no-win battle with herself or a partner, but is too busy or too fearful to
deal with the issues?
Whatever her problem, the rest of the world has very little
time, patience, or even love to put up with this kind of mother who loves her
baby, but hates everyone else. So when
she acts irate, irrational, or carries other negative emotions, the world will
deal with her in such a way that she has no choice but to face her personal
demons or die. Yes, it is just that
simple. Face the ugly truth about one’s
choices in this life and how you intend to obtain that unspeakable joy. “I wasn’t ready for this baby or this
man! I need an escape! Help me Lord!” are issues that must be dealt
with spiritually above everything else.
The minute a bitter mother with misplaced anger issues sees
the light, she will then find the freedom that she needs to grow and go wherever her personal Savior
is instructing her. Will there be
judgmental, mean-spirited, ignorant people along the way as she embarks on her
journey toward joy? Of course. It is
then that her anger will be justified and in its proper place.
Nicholl McGuire author of When Mothers Cry and creator of hub entitled, "How to Be Nice to Rude People"