“Be gentle,” I tell her.
She’s cradling this tiny wind-up caterpillar toy, purple with polka-dots, in her four-year-old hands. Last week, she re-discovered it in the toy bin and declared that it was worthy of show-and-tell.
I slipped that tiny $1 caterpillar into her stocking two Christamases ago and here he is a survivor. More or less intact, he’s only lost one antenna.
But is he up for the trip to the school? Is he hardy enough to face one four-year-old and her 19 classmates?
I test him out on our coffee table. Wind, wind, wind and then I let him go. He inches across the wood quickly and my daughter giggles at the sight.
We scramble that morning to the minivan, though, all breathless with feeling late, feeling busy, feeling overwhelmed by the day and it’s not even 9 in the morning.
And I say it quickly to her because I’m a mom and I have to say certain things, “Be gentle. He will break easily.”
She nods like I’m such a worrier. Silly mom. As if I didn’t already know that.
I hear that toy buzz, buzz, buzzing during the drive. I hear her tossing that cheap plastic around in her hands.
And then I hear her, “Oh mom, he broke!”
I refrain from “I told you so” and mom speeches. I choose grace.
We arrive at the school and she finds the pieces that had fallen into the pile of lost fruit snacks, french fries and broken crayons on the minivan floor.
Then, I hold three separate parts of a purple plastic caterpillar and hope my English-major brain can figure out the engineering difficulties of a wind-up toy.
Somehow I manage to snap those pieces together. I test him out–success! And then I carry him into her classroom and set him on the show-and-tell table.
She flashes me a smile and I know I have earned my Super-Mom cape (and maybe some chocolate as a reward).
Later, she tells the whole story to her sisters: How mom saved the day by fixing him just in time. She pauses for dramatic effect and then says, “Really, Mom did that.”
I am now the stuff of Super-Mom legends.
But she leaves out one little part of the story….how he broke in the first place. How she hadn’t been gentle enough.
This gentleness with others, isn’t it what we leave out so often?
Paul writes it here:
Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near (Philippians 4:5 NIV).
We can assume the worst, lose patience, rage, condescend and degrade into sarcastic mocking.
Or sometimes we have this way of being gentle to strangers, but that harshness, that short temper, that criticism oozes out to the loved ones sitting at our own dinner table.
Too often, we know the weakness of the ones we love.
Our husbands. Our children. We are their protectors. We should be the healing salve to the hurts, treating wounds with tenderness and grace, overlooking failures, encouraging strengths, applauding efforts.
When we’re hurt, angry, frustrated, impatient, though, we tend to stab where it hurts most, highlighting faults and bruising the same feelings again and again. It’s our self-defense; we wound others when we’re wounded.
Yet, gentleness isn’t a God-request. It’s not a Holy Spirit suggestion or an option for good days that can be ignored on bad days when we’re stressed, tired, overwhelmed, or haven’t slept all night because we are, in fact, moms.
Paul tells us in Colossians that gentleness is the garb of Christ:
Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience (Colossians 3:12 NIV).
Gentleness is part of living Christ to the those around us, in our home and out of it. We are to wrap ourselves in it so others see Jesus in us.
“Be gentle. People break easily.”
That’s the message I remind myself as I put that wind-up caterpillar back in the toy bin after his show-and-tell adventure.
A gentle tongue is a tree of life,
but perverseness in it breaks the spirit (Proverbs 15:4 ESV).
The tongue has the power of life and death,
and those who love it will eat its fruit (Proverbs 18:21 NIV).
The words of the reckless pierce like swords,
but the tongue of the wise brings healing (Proverbs 12:18 NIV).
Gracious words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul and healing to the bones (Proverbs 16:24 NIV).
Heather King is a wife, mom, Bible Study teacher, writer and worship leader. Most importantly, she is a Christ follower with a desire to help others apply the Bible to everyday life with all its mess, noise, and busyness. Her book, Ask Me Anything, Lord: Opening Our Hearts to God’s Questions, is available now! To read more devotionals by Heather King, click here.
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