So, my son was upset and scared about his band-aid that was half off. He scraped his knee at camp a few days ago and the band-aid was falling off, the wound was looking good. It was time to come off. I offered to help, but he screamed and fled in tears while flailing.
(Side note: with his sister, I told her that Nutella would get her band-aid off easily. She fell for it. I put Nutella on a cotton ball, which allowed me to get close enough to her band-aid to rip it quickly. She had the funniest stunned look on her face-knowing that she had been duped. But no tears. No pain. It was over and she was fine.)
But the boy was freaking out. Did I mention this was in public? At the community pool? Yeah, I had the eyes of Westfield’s moms watching and listening to everything. Probably wondering what I was doing to my boy that upset him and caused him to say, “I don’t want toooo!” as tears fell. As he pushed away from me and sobbed.
I told him to get out of the pool until he pulled it off. I had a knot in my stomach. Sure, some was selfishly from embarrassment. But some was also out of feeling bad for my boy. He was SO scared of the pain he expected and I knew that it would be over in an instant. I tried to reason with him. I told him he had the power to end the suffering (maybe I didn’t use those words).
“You can do it!”
“The pain will be gone in a few seconds.”
“You are wasting precious pool time.”
It didn’t help. He wanted to go home. I didn’t want to punish his sister by leaving early so we waiting awhile before leaving.
Sigh. Parenting is hard. I could have easily used force or trickery to get it off, but felt it was important for him to do it.
I have things in my life that I should do, but keep putting off. I procrastinate.
I expect the worst. I don’t want to deal with the brief and minor pain. I get worked up.
I avoid confrontation.
I know God looks down at us often and thinks, “If he would only make that decision now, things would get better.”
“If she would just do it and get it over with, the tears and drama could end.”
I can’t fathom how frustrating it must be for God.
What are you putting off?
You probably need to bite the bullet and just do something.
Maybe it’s asking for forgiveness and apologizing.
Maybe it’s asking for help.
Maybe it’s confessing sin.
GET IT OVER WITH! It won’t be as bad as you think, and even if it is, doing the right thing is often hard.