I think it all started when my mom asked (really told) me to take out the trash. I was way too busy playing to stop and take out the trash, but because she asked (really told) me so nicely (and I feared her wrath), I did what she asked. As I left the house I griped, whined and belly-ached all the way to the trash dumpster and back. When I got back in the house my mom told me that the bible says that I should not be complaining and griping about taking out the trash.
“What?” I said, “There is NO verse in the bible like that.” I didn’t believe her for one minute. She was always throwing these imaginary bible verses around (that 10 times out of 10 I found out were true) trying to force us to behave.
She told me to go look up Philippians 2:14, and knowing she wasn’t that smart, I did. Confound-it that woman was right again! Grrrr! “Some day when I have children, I am never going to quote Bible verses to them to force them to do things they don’t want to do,” I said (actually, fearing mom would end my life where I stood, I only thought it to myself instead of saying it).
Last week I asked (really told) Connor to go take out the trash. He was really busy playing and wasn’t at all happy that I had asked (told) him. I thought I could hear him (or maybe he was just thinking it) griping a little when he went to the alley and back. I was ready for him as soon as he came back in.
“Connor,” I said, “You know why you shouldn’t gripe and complain about taking out the trash?”
He said, “Yes Dad, I already know that it says in the Bible not to complain or gripe.” And then he added, “You’ve told me a million times.”
I love my mom, she was SO smart!
(I curious, did your parents ever say things to you that you vowed you’d NEVER say to your own kids?)