My six year old son is relentless. A power broker. I swear he could teach a master class on negotiating at Harvard Business School. This afternoon.
Wear them down.
Play a few games of Mario on the Wii.
Go for the jugular!
Eat a popsicle.
So even though those glasses make him look like a mini-me, he’s more of a mini-Trump (with better hair). The textbook definition of a strong-willed child. Everything in me wants to tame him. To break him down. To send him to military school.
But I wonder if compliance is a placebo. Seems like the cure. Really just sugar water?
I was a compliant child. A rule follower. By the book. Easy to parent (your welcome mom and dad). And expressed healthily, there are certainly Kingdom benefits to that kind of easy going and steady temperament. But it can come with a few drawbacks, too.
Easily influenced (or manipulated).
Afraid of conflict.
Defined by the approval of others.
Many of the things I’ve shared here on this blog that I’ve spent the last few years wrestling to overcome.
So as I’ve locked wits with my little debate-professor-in-training (again and again and again) over these past few days, it’s got me thinking. Maybe I need to pray less for the breaking of his will, and more that he fall in love with Jesus. Not that he surrenders his relentless passion, but that he simply finds something eternal to aim it at.
What do you think? Do you wrestle with your own little ruthless negotiator?