Grace and Spilt Milk

Grace and Spilt MilkThe other day, I was sitting at a restaurant with a friend of mine and her husband. The waiter had just set our drinks in front of us and I opened my menu to try to decide what to eat. I was having a hard time choosing, even though I knew everyone was waiting for me. It was 7pm, and I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, making me decidedly tired and hungry. My friend warned me that I was about to hit my glass with my menu and as I was gesturing to her that I was totally fine, I accidentally knocked my super-full, super cold, super-large glass of milk across the table.

“I TOLD YOU TO BE MORE CAREFUL!” said my friend, “Why won’t you listen? You’re worse than a baby!”

“That is IT!” said her husband, “We warned you that was going to happen. We can’t take you anywhere. I hope you’re happy because you’re not getting another drink.”

The story above is true. I mean, it’s true-ish. You see, the whole story actually happened, but I wasn’t actually in the middle of it… I was watching it go down at a nearby table in a local restaurant. The tired, hungry, clumsy drink spiller was not me. It was a little boy, probably 5 years old. The adults in this story, as you probably guessed, were his parents. The words and the tone, well, they were exactly the same.   The boy, of course, started to cry. His mother told him there was nothing to cry about, so he needed to knock it off. His father told him to start cleaning up the mess. I did my best to turn away and focus on my own menu and on not spilling my own glass of iced tea.

It’s easy when you’re a well-rested mom of grownup kids who rarely spill anymore to sit from her seat and judge the harshness of the parents. Unfortunately, my fading memory hasn’t faded enough to forget the many, many times I reacted just as strongly, just as fiercely to my own children without thinking one bit about my lack of mercy or grace. I still remember those early days- when my son and twin daughters were small and everything felt so hard and impossible and important. Mainly because it was hard and impossible and important. Trying to teach kids to be responsible, considerate, and careful on a steady diet of interrupted sleep, unfinished meals and nonexistent alone time puts one awfully close to the edge. Little things like a lapful of milk can push you right on over.

During those early parenting years, I was on the phone with my dearest friend in the entire world when she said “I have to go. It’s time to feed the people.” I laughed at her term for her children and asked her why she called them her “people.” She told me that it was her reminder to herself that these are people- they are not just her kids, they are actual people. That really resonated in my heart because, although it’s pretty obvious that these little ones who depend on you for every little thing are human beings, it’s super easy to forget that they are real live people who have feelings and thoughts and emotions just like us. As simple as it sounds, this tiny little conversation changed my parenting perspective completely. I began wondering how I would feel if other people treated me the way that I treated my children when they made a mistake. It caused me to stop with the yelling and lecturing, and start putting myself in their shoes.

For example, if you and I went out to eat tonight, and right after the server brought our iced teas, I gestured to you and spilled my drink all over the table, I can’t imagine for one minute that you could even consider yelling at me. I am positive you would not call me a baby, even if you’d warned me that I was going to spill if I wasn’t careful. If I started to cry, you’d remember that I told you that I’ve had a really rough day, that I was super tired, and that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. You’d never even think of telling me to stop crying. You’d probably try to make a joke to make me feel a little better, help me clean it up the best we could, and then give me a fresh start by ordering me a new cup of tea. Maybe one with a lid this time. We’d laugh together and I would feel loved. You would give me mercy, even if I owed you an apology for dousing you with tea. You would give me grace, even though I didn’t deserve it. You would do those things because you are graceful and kind and compassionate and because that’s what people do for each other.

Here’s what I realized when I started looking at my children as people: no matter how old you are, the way people react when you make a mistake matters. Yelling and humiliating is awful whether you are five or fifty-five. Mercy and grace, on the other hand, feel an awful lot like love at any age. Choosing to give grace when our kids spill milk or forget homework or lock the keys in the car doesn’t mean we aren’t teaching them to be responsible, considerate, and careful. It just means we’re also teaching them how to be graceful, kind, and compassionate.

Those things are important, too.

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27 thoughts on “Grace and Spilt Milk

  1. Penny

    Such wise words, Amber. Thank you.

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    1. Amber Lappin

      Hi, Penny- thanks for taking the time to leave a comment. Glad you liked the post 🙂

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  2. Becky Preston

    What a great perspective. It is so hard to remember that your kids are people when you are tired and overextended. Grace for moms; grace for kids. I hope this idea spreads Thanks, Amber!

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    1. Amber Lappin

      “Grace for moms; grace for kids”- I love your summary…. I hope it spreads too, Becky!

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  3. Jen

    Why do we find it easier to show grace to people we hardly know than it is our own children sometimes? Thank you for this reminder!

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    1. Amber Lappin

      I hear you! It is so much harder sometimes- mainly because grace is easier to give in short doses- the long haul can be exhausting! Thanks for the feedback, Jen!

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  4. Diane

    Great perspective,and reminder, that our kids are people. Easier to do when they are adults, but why so hard when their little faces look up at us for so much? Thanks for sharing this.

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    1. Amber Lappin

      Diane- I totally know what you mean! It is so much easier to remember when they’re old enough to remind you! When they’re so little and seemingly irrational, it’s hard to put yourself in their place. (Except when I recall that I have tantrums too, they’re just more internal and less splayed out on the floor of the mall!).

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  5. Denise Thompson

    I recently asked my family to try for 30 days to treat each other the way we treat others outside our family. (i.e. speak kinder, react nicer, don’t yell, be gentle, etc.) It sounds like what I was really trying to say is that we should show each other “Love, Mercy & Grace”! Thank you for helping me find the words to express what I was trying to ask them to do!

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    1. Amber Lappin

      What a brilliant idea, Denise! I love that challenge! How’d it go for your family?

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      1. Denise Thompson

        I believe it helped! I am not sure we made it a full 30 days but I believe it accomplished my goal. That was to make us stop & think be for we spoke or reacted to each other. We all were quick to point out when the other forgot to use our “kinder gentler words” …lol. We did actually stop & catch ourselves when speaking in an unkind tone or manner.
        I think we should make that a lifelong challenge & not just 30 days.

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        1. Denise Thompson

          * before

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  6. Gretchen

    You paint so vividly with your words, Amber. Thank you for this gentle reminder to extend grace to all of my people.

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    1. Amber Lappin

      You are such a grand encourager, Gretchen! Thanks, sister!

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  7. Suzanne Lautaret

    As always with your writing, love this.

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    1. Amber Lappin

      Thank I appreciate your sweet support 🙂

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  8. Joy

    What a great reminder for everyone. I will be sharing this.

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    1. Amber Lappin

      Hi, Joy! Thank you for sharing!

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  9. Joyce

    Amber, what a great reminder to mirror the grace we are shown so often to our little people!

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    1. Amber Lappin

      Hi, Joyce! I like that word, “mirror”- makes it seem so much easier— we don’t actually have to conjure up the grace, we just have to reflect it!

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  10. Sis

    Amber, this was the most shared post on my FB page this week.Wow.Definitely struck a cord with a lot of people. Thank you.

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    1. Amber Lappin

      That’s exciting! I think we all need a reminder like this from time to time… I know I do 🙂 Thanks for your feedback.

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  11. Marina

    This is so very true. Thank you for posting it. 🙂 <3

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  12. grace

    Thanks for the timely reminder to parent with grace and mercy.

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  13. Lauren Potter

    I love this…and needed so badly to read it. Thank you for changing my perspective!

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  14. Tina Kachmar

    I’m reading this as I’m getting frustrated with my six year old. We’ve had an ongoing battle over eating habits. Just traded cheesy broccoli for grapes. Win for both of us. No tears. No yelling. Thanks for this perspective.

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