The Power of Words

                               

           

          This week the kids and I began our Rice Experiment. For those of you who are not familiar this is an experiment established by Dr Masaru Emoto - a "scientist" who believes the power of words can have an actual effect on physical things. We set up our 3 mason jars with cooked rice and labeled them carefully. We labeled "love", "anger" and "ignore". Now, every day we will speak words to these jars and see if the emotion shown has an effect on the rice. This experiment will last around 60 days and is described here  on YouTube.

So, of course, ever the skeptic - I have some doubts.  How exactly this is - I have no idea. However, it definitely gave me some food for thought (groan, sorry, pun NOT intended!).

Words are powerful. So often we, as moms, have to check ourselves when it comes to speaking to our kids. We know we often fail to speak gently, kindly - lovingly. So, we apologize, make amends, try harder. What made me stop and think though - was - what about our husbands? Do we put the same amount of effort in controlling and holding our tongue in check when it comes to him? After all, he is our best friend. Soul mate.
riiiiiight.
I mean, yes - he is. Absolutely. Bestie. Soul mate, all that.
**Let it be known I adore my husband. **
However, I can promise you, I epically fail when it comes to treating him as the special gift he is to me. By the time he gets home from work, I am exhausted. As stated in a previous post my heart does beat quickly when he walks in the door.. . . . . . for about 2.5 seconds. Then my pot on the stove boils over while the baby is climbing the counter and the kids have discovered a gift from the cat on the playroom floor. Yep. 2.5 seconds is a good day.
It usually goes something like this:
"well, hey there handsome, how was your......GRAB THE BABY! AHHHH - THE STOVE! THE CAT DID WHAT????????"
yep.
My poor husband.
((secretly, I think he loves it, but shhhhhh)
So, lets just go out on a limb here and say - sometimes he doesn't exactly get the best of me.
Which, got me to thinking about my son. He is only 7 but I pray for him. I pray for his future. I pray for his future wife. One day I was praying and a thought just hit me. Do I treat my husband the way his mother prayed I would?
whoa. heavy.
My husband is someone's little boy. He is a man with feelings, pain, love, and yes - despite his superman appearances - he is vulnerable to my harsh words. And, I  - I am the only wife he will ever have. Our relationship is the only marriage he will ever know. What does he think of it? Of course he loves me, unconditionally. But, does he get what he needs from me?
 
Now, I know - we are all maxed out. After a 15/16 hour day with little ones hanging on us and big ones pushing the limits, we may not have what it takes to give backrubs, have hour long, deep conversations or uninterrupted cuddle time.  But, we can still connect; we can still smile. We can hold our tongues, and choose instead to grin and say "Welcome home my love! Everything. Is. Under. Control."
when, obviously, its not. But, hey - that's half the fun!

So, I will for sure keep you posted on our "Rice Experiment" - but maybe for today take a moment and connect with your husband. Smile. Send a sweet text, give an extra hug. Pray for him. Hold his hand. Make eye contact, tell him he is special.
And, then hold on tight and enjoy this crazy ride called life.......together.

Ephesians 4:2-3
“Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.”