When you have a 12-year-old, your job is to let them experience just enough reality so they don’t still live in your basement when they’re 37.
Since I don’t plan on meeting my daughter’s domestic needs for the rest of her life, I have made it my mission to provide her with a daily dose of reality.
Unfortunately, this is a difficult task considering that she has never known a world without the Internet, iPhones or texting. She doesn’t even know what it’s like to have to go to a video store to rent a movie or watch commercials.
The other day, my daughter sent me a text from the backyard asking me if I would bring her a hair tie because she was hot. Now, when I was growing up, this never would have happened.
Not simply because we didn’t have cellphones, but because my mother would have flipped her lid. I’m not sure what “flipping your lid” means but I’m pretty sure it involves hollering things like “God gave you two legs!” and “I’ll give you something to cry about!” out the back door.
I decided to ignore the text and continue about my business. A few minutes later, my daughter came in wanting to know why I was not able to fulfill her request. I then reminded her we live in the real world in which mothers do not provide hair tie retrieving services to their children. She then gave me a funny look and got her own hair accessory.
As she stomped off, I began to wonder if she had forgotten everything I had taught her or if her brain had simply stopped working. I decided it must have been the latter and began to worry that she was never going to survive on her own.
Luckily, she had a moment of clarity this week and decided to do the laundry, clean and reorganize the fridge while I was at work. I was not only pleased at her initiative, but I was relieved she actually knew how to do those things.
She has the potential to become a functional adult! I wanted to jump up and down and shout “Hallelujah!” and sing a verse or two of “Victory in Jesus.”
Now, when I am old, I will have the freedom to play bridge and watch “Matlock” at will while she enjoys the benefits of self-sufficiency. It’s the best of both worlds.
Recently, I came across an article the number of adults who move back in with their parents is increasing. These adults are referred to as “boomerangers,” because they move back in with their parents when they are adults.
I began to wonder if I was a “boomerang” Christian. Had I moved back into the basement and was once again living off of Sunday morning sermons, or was I experiencing God on my own?
It didn’t take me long to realize I needed to start packing my things and find my own place.
What about you? Is it time for you to find a new Zip Code?
If you are a “boomeranger” like me, it’s no reason to panic. You can begin experiencing God on your own by reserving a daily time for Bible reading and prayer. It’s never too late to start again.
Although free cable and taco night are nice, living in the basement will never allow you to reach your true potential. You were meant for greater things!
“For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened.” — Matthew 7:8
“But from there you will seek the Lord your God and you will find him, if you search after Him with all your heart and with all your soul.” — Deuteronomy 4:29
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