Brave
Brave is a tough word. Images of soldiers and firemen and police and military come to mind. I am not of that category. Timid would describe me much more accurately. I am extremely grateful for those who do that type of work, grateful and amazed at their boldness and courage. Some in my family are that category: one son described it as, when something happens, they run toward the danger/event/crisis, while I would run the opposite direction, fast.
Yet, I have been called brave. For the choices I made with child rearing and home teaching and being a stay at home mom. Brave? Some days were terrifying. Some days still are. The relationships, the conflicts, the work involved are hard, challenging.
Those who run toward the danger, what are they thinking? Of helping, of coming to the aid, of rescue and giving hope and healing to someone in pain or danger. Perhaps what I do isn't all that different. Just not as dramatic. While I work quietly at home, working in these young people's lives, my goal is to help and heal and protect.Time is up.
Maybe brave is just doing what others find frightening. Good for you for staying home with your kids. If I had kids I wouldn't be brave enough to send them off into the world and allow others to teach them! So maybe brave is also a matter of perspective. :)
ReplyDeleteYou are brave, and don't you ever forget it. What a blessing to run towards the danger/event/crisis of raising children. What a wonderful post for this topic. God bless you!
ReplyDeleteI've wondered that too...what are they thinking? Great post!!
ReplyDeleteYou have to be brave to raise good kids... let alone home school! My Mom always says motherhood is not for wimps :)
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