In recent years, the word “tolerance” has come to be a positive word in our culture…not showing discrimination particularly towards another person’s race, etc.
I see the world differently than most… So, when I hear the word tolerate, I cringe a bit inside.
How many of us want to hear from our best friend over a cup of tea, “I tolerate you.” ? Or from our spouse, “over the years, you were tolerated.” ? OUCH! That doesn’t give me a warm, fuzzy, loving feeling. How about you??
No, what we long for is to fall in love with life itself… as humans, we want to be understood, accepted, embraced, cheered on for our efforts… And what about our kids??
Even the most profoundly injured among us can sense quite clearly the difference. We all know when we are simply being tolerated.
I know it’s difficult, especially on those days when dishes get piled, the temperature is rising, and your kiddo seems to be in sensory overload… That’s when I stand at a crossroads as a a parent: Do I plow ahead? Or do I take a deep breathe, say a quick prayer, and meet my child right where he is at, and show him delight, loving acceptance, comfort? I hope I choose the latter. For when I have in the past, I have found myself reminding us both of who he really is…”you are strong and brave,” “you’ll get past this,” “it’s ok to feel frazzled, let’s just calm down and rest a bit… You are ok.”
Don’t our children deserve so much more than to be tolerated?