Kids & Parenting

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The other day, as I was putting away laundry, I happened by my teenage sons room. I will admit that I have not always understood his taste in music, or tried to. However, on this day what I heard was a bit unnerving. Thinking my very clever child had slipped something past my “Mom Radar” I decided I had better look into this. I opened his door, and he was sitting on his bed, completely in tune with the music that was playing. As I watched him, I could clearly see the influence this “song” was having on him. He wasn’t even aware that I had opened his door. I, on the other hand, could not understand a word being sung, and the music would quickly give me a headache.
“What on earth are you listening too?” I asked.
He looked up with a start.
“Mom, you scared me,” he said.
After a quick recovery, he gave me the name of the group, and even pointed out the song that was currently playing on the CD cover.
“Okay,” I said, “but what are they saying?”
“They’re not saying anything Mom,” he started, “It’s kind of moaning.”
“Oh,” I tried to look as “with it” as a Mom could under those circumstances, “I just heard it through the door, and was curious.”
“Don’t worry Mom,” he smiled, “They not cursing or chanting or anything.”
“Alright, I’ll leave now,” I smiled back at him as I shut his door behind me.
As I left the scene of yet another visit to the generation zone, I couldn’t help but think about my son and how he completely understood what the singer was trying to communicate, even though he wasn’t saying a word.
“Communicating without words is not a new concept,” I told myself, “there are expressions that are universal, a smile, a tear, a frown, or a hug”.
These are all examples of how we can express things to each other no matter what language we speak. Somehow, this was different; it was as if this musician and my son were connected. As if they knew each other so well, they knew what the other was going through by shear feeling.
As I finished what I was doing around the house, I couldn’t help but revisit the scene from my son’s room. Was I that concerned about this connection? Was I a little jealous that my own passion seemed so cool in comparison? The situation was easy for me to understand; familiar to me as if I had been there hundreds of times. Then it struck me that I had been there many times, in prayer.
We all have that kind of connection if we are children of God, no matter what our situation. God knows us so well that we need only go to him. I could not count the times I would start to pray and end up mumbling in tears. But God knew exactly what I was trying to say and I was connected.
The Bible tells us “Likewise the spirit also helpeth our infirmities, for we know not what we should pray for as we ought; but the spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings that can not be uttered.” Romans 8:26
Yes, my teenager is connected, but so am I!

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