The memory is fuzzy because this was several years ago and I wasn’t actually there.
My mom had come to stay at the house while the wife and I escaped to some secluded place for tired moms and dads. (I wish I could remember where it was, because I do believe we would find our way back again!) When we returned my mom had a couple experiences to share with us…
The first being that, she thought, maybe we should lighten up on our skinflint ways just a tad as it was affecting our children. Apparently my mother had left a light on and left the room. Soon she heard our son, using his most exasperated voice, say:
“Memere – Do you think we own the electric company!?!?”
Yes… Yes, he said that… to MY mother…
She did go turn the light off.
But the second, is the topic of this post.
My daughter (youngest child at the time) had gone to the refrigerator to get a drink. I think it was mid-morning – after breakfast but before lunch.
My mother, being a caring memere, asked, “Are you supposed to be getting in there?”
To which my daughter with frustration, hurt feelings, and teary eyes – replied:
“But memere, we don’t HAVE ANY rules here!”
Personally, I think there had to be other situations the previous night and that morning in which memere’s rules were a bit more restrictive than mom & dad’s rules… but who knows?
One thing I want to be clear on though – We HAVE rules.
Rules are necessary and good.
We just don’t package them as rules. We’ve tried to package them as principles.
Kind of how I think God intended it to be done.
It’s more about the “Whys” and the “Hows” than the “Whats” and the “Whens.” – maybe?