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Sunflowers and Perfection


The sunflowers are definitely the crowning glory of the garden this year. It amazes me, actually. Out of dirt grew something I planted and it's 12 ft. high and has the circumference of a tree. I want to take credit for having such an amazing sunflower garden. In fact, if the Roma tomatoes turn red at the same time and I am busy canning, I want to take credit for that, too.

The truth is that I bought the sunflower seeds on a whim. I saw them and thought they'd be fun for the kids to watch grow. I planted them and left them alone. I let the sprinklers water them and planted them in the sun. When the bugs got really bad, I sprayed them a little bit when I was spraying the vegetables. That's it. And now I am deemed the Sunflower Queen.

So that started me thinking about how kids turn out. If I hover over them and try to control every little thing they do, will it really do any good? If I don't worry about the small stuff and they don't turn in their homework and don't develop excellent reading skills by the third grade will they really end up in prison by the age of 16? If I yell sometimes, make mistakes, and feed them candy after 9:00 at night will it really matter if it all ends up as a tell-all on a therapist's couch in the near future?

If I am the perfect mother who never raises her voice and enforces natural consequences and teaches my children to eat with their mouths closed and never make rude noises using their hands and armpits, am I really guaranteed that they will never fail? If I teach them to pray, study their scriptures, be kind to others, will they never experience disappointment and heartbreak?

Is there a chance that children come already encoded with who they are and just need fertile ground and an occasional watering? How does a mother judge success in mothering? With so many variables, how can a parent take credit for a child being a success story or blame for a child choosing to engage in illegal behavior? Can we really believe that we can control the way our child turns out? Can we really control every mitigating circumstance?

In the same garden as the sunflowers are my woeful cucumbers. I planted three plants. One came up. Same soil. Same sun. Same water. Wax beans were spotty but the good plants are great producers. Success or failure? What did I do to grow any of it?

My children have a home with parents that love them to pieces. Sometimes they know it, sometimes they don't. They have food to eat - both healthy and not so much. They also have parents who are imperfect (except for Mr. Taylor, that is) but who want them to be happy and strong, trying so hard to control the environment so that part will be nurtured and grow. Will it? I don't know. I have 18 short years to shove all my experience and wisdom into their little brains. Problem is, I'm still learning. They are my guinea pigs.

I'm just going to have to trust their encoding and variables I can't control. I'm going to have to trust their systems are wired to adapt and learn. Like the sunflowers, they will turn their faces to the Sun for nourishment and healing.

I also hope they are forgiving and see good intention.

Comments

  1. Fantastic post. You gave me much to think about on an early Friday morning!

    I saw in a Family Fun magazine a really cool fort constructed out of sunflowers.

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  2. I absolutely love this post and have thought along these same lines many times.

    I thought my sunflowers got huge this year, but they are dwarfed next to yours!! WoW.

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  3. So lovely.
    As a parent, I am praying for grace for myself and only a shallow dent left by my kid's behind on the therapist's couch. (I will settle for one of these.)

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  4. Wow, Nancy. Beautiful post. I've got a bit to think about...

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  5. I know we all wonder and fuss and worry about the kids. But the bottom line is: give them your best and let them be who they are. It ends us being ok.

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  6. Grace and mercy, and occasional bit of justice. Plus lots of prayer. Then we watch them bloom. It is fun though isn't it? Thanks for the reminder!

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  7. This is an encouragement to my mother heart. Especially with the school year approaching.

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  8. Aw-this is so sweet.

    I'm sorry about your oreo.... that really is so sad!!! I totally feel your pain.

    You've been busy!

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  9. I think they turn out as they should, either because of, or in spite of, our best intentions.

    Good parents sometimes end up with bad kids; lousy parents sometimes raise a winner.

    Until we get into selective human engineering, I think it's a tossup between nature, nurture, and just dumb luck.

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  10. You know, its always adults who ponder things like how kids will turn out. I guess that they have lived too much life to remember clearly what they would have said if they were kids. Or they just don't think to remember. So, from a kid's perspective: as we get older we start making our own choices more and governing ourselves more. We become more independent and our parents don't hold our hands to the 'iron rod' as much as we put our own hands there. But we have much more of a chance of staying on the straight and narrow of our own free will if our parents have tried hard to teach us. I'm not saying that this is the general rule- just because your parents are a certain way and encourage you to be that way does not mean that you will be. It is our own choice, but what our parents do tends to influence us. You know about that 'I want to be just like my mom/dad when I grow up' stuff? Well, for me at least, that hasn't completely gone away, and I'm a teenager. I have my own plans for my future, but my parents' examples have helped me to decide what I want to be. Anyway, my mom rocks.
    - Me

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  11. Fantastic post Nancy! Very inspirational. I can clearly see why someone submitted it to the LDS neighbrhood website. As always, I love reading your blog! :D

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