Hey! No comments about how this kid and I look strangely similar!

My wife is famous for her “mom-isms”.  You know, those trite little sayings moms use to get their point across in a way that the crumb-crunchers will understand.  Though not usually filled with deep eschatological or existential meaning, they do get right to the point.     

One that she used often when the little brats were whining about there not being enough cookies or toys or video game time is quoted prominently in the title of this blog entry. 

Beautiful in its simplicity and sheer genius in it directness, it is a shame that it is wasted on children.  Many of us beyond our elementary school years could benefit from its wit and wisdom.  As I get older, I’m learning to abide by its intrinsic “just suck it up” sensibility. 

While a religio-political prisoner, the Apostle Paul expressed in his letter to the folks in Philippi, a newfound respect he had for not pitching fits when handed your lot: 

I’ve learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances.  I’m just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little.  I’ve found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty.  Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am.  Philippians 4:11-13  The Message 

Imagine that!  Imagine daring to be content right where you are; whether first-string or bench-mob; prime rib and baked potatoes or weenies and beans; CEO or janitor.  What would accepting your current circumstances without pouting or stomping your way into a tantrum do for you? 

Please don’t tell my wife that her wisdom rivals that of one of the great contributors to western thought and morality:  I have a hard enough time winning any arguments as it is.   

The good news is that I’ve mostly accepted that I will usually lose . . . 

and I pout less these days . . . 

I hope you spend some time getting to know the One who made you.  He can make you the best you can be . . . 

Pressing on toward the goal . . . 

RevDrKid