Bad Parenting…I Don’t Think So!

So quite awhile ago, these pictures were floating around the office for a day or two as a joke.
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The picture had the title, “Bad Parenting” scrawled across the top. It was supposed to be funny. On some level, yes, I let out a snicker but when I got to the third frame and saw how the Mama Duck was looking down though the grate and wondering how her babies had gotten down there, it wasn’t funny anymore.

I related to her. It made me tear up and that was more than a little embarrassing. Especially at work. Especially for something that was presented as a joke.

I taped it to the wall in front of me and looked at it for days.

How many times as a mother I have felt I walked the straight walk or said the right words only to look behind me and see no one following me. Hadn’t they watched me? {Obviously there have been more crooked paths and missteps than I care to count when I was glad to see no one had followed me!} 

Mama Duck looks so helpless. She knows her babies are in a dangerous situation and she can’t get to them. She can’t undo their choices {purposeful or accidental} or change their consequences. She can only speak in Duck Talk and encourage them.

And she can pray. Oh, my, how I understand she can pray. What Mother doesn’t understand the concept of prayer?

After so long, I could take it no longer. Someone was close enough to take the pictures of this Mama’s plight but no one could help her out?

Okay. I know what you’re thinking. Especially if you know me at all. I think I possibly invented the “snap a picture first, help second” philosophy. But, in my defense, I do eventually help.

Finally I had to google it and see what I could find.

That’s when I found…”the rest of the story”. {I used to love Paul Harvey and his ‘rest of the story’ stories!}

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So glad to find out that Mama Duck’s prayers did not go unanswered. Help arrived. So thankful someone was paying attention and was where they needed to be that day so they could be the answer to Mama Duck’s prayers.

It was also a testimony to me that, as great a parent as you want to be {or think you are} there will always come a time when you can’t reach your babies. You need help from another source.

And that’s why we Mothers pray. We pray for that right person who will say the right thing at the right time to our babies and they will hear and understand. A light will go on in their minds and it will shine on a landmark memory imprinted in their brain by a loving Mother who may or may not have understood what a life-changer that landmark would end up being.

And the age-old adage that it takes a whole village to raise a child is perfectly portrayed here, too.

Mama Duck’s prayers were answered by someone who had the resources she didn’t have in order to rescue her babies.

Not to say they won’t fall through another grate on another day.

But that’s another prayer for another day.


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