The lessons we learn while trying to teach our children lessons, they can be profound. I really have no clue what I’m doing as a mother. I pretend I do, but I don’t. I remember once when Toren was a baby and I was trying to figure out how to make him stop crying. I finally gave up and explained to him, sobbing, that I was sorry, he was my first go at this and everything at this point was trial and error. Our children look at us like we have things figured out. They trust us so deeply and expect us to have the answers. It’s the same way we once looked at the adults in our lives when we were young. And it’s a sobering day when you realize that no one, no matter how old they are, has this figured out.
But we still try. And I still try to teach my son right from wrong, even when I’m not an expert. Today we drove past a horse. He told me it was a cow. I told him it was a horse. He told me I was wrong and it was a cow. I’m quite sure it was a horse. My son knows the difference between a horse and a cow, how could he be so wrong on this? But he was certain. And perhaps he was thinking, ‘my mom knows the difference between a horse and a cow, how could she be so wrong on this?’ But I was certain.
He got worked up and was set on making me see it his way. I just couldn’t possibly admit that it was a cow. After all, it was a horse. But he truly believed otherwise and he couldn’t let it go until I agreed with him.
And it hit me.
This is why people struggle so much. My world passes by me and creates certain realities and truths for me. Your world blows by you and creates certain realities and truths for you. And they aren’t always the same. Why do they have to be? But we will fight so hard to get those around us to let go of their truths and see the world through our lens, and they will fight back just as hard.
I see it my way. And you see it yours. And that is ok. What if we could truly be at peace with that? And what if I turned the car around and found out that it really was a cow?
Our wisest teachers show up in the most unexpected places.