When You Feel Invisible

I’ll never forget the moment I became invisible.

I collected my daughter from school where her team had returned from an out-of-town ballgame. On the drive home, my young athlete announced she was starving and could we please get some food.

Weary beyond measure, I agreed to a super-quick stop so my teen wouldn’t starve to death. As the golden arches came into view, I glanced at my attire. Because of the late hour, I had thrown on sweats and flip-flops and my hair was a disaster. Not to mention a complete lack of makeup.

“Honey, we’ll have to use the drive-through. I’m not dressed to go inside.”

My darling daughter turned toward me and squinted in confusion. “Um, what does it matter what you’re wearing?”

Wait, what? Who snatched my sweet tender-hearted little girl and replaced her with this teenager?

At some point in the journey of motherhood, I had slipped from mama-hung-the-moon to what-does-it-matter. The moment was rather, um, unsettling.

To be honest, my wanna-be-a-cool-mom ego took a hit. I mean, it’s not like I was wearing socks with my flops or had curlers in my hair. That would be ridiculous.

Oblivious to my shocked state, my young teen inhaled her cheeseburger combo while filling me in on the game and her school day. After a five minute run-on sentence, she plopped back, closed her eyes, and announced her exhaustion.

Well, okay then.

This was the beginning of myriad moments of adjustment—realizing my children’s eyes weren’t always focused on me. The swirl of friends, school, sports, trends, pop culture, etc., filled their ever-expanding worlds. Mom might be around, but she didn’t always seem relevant.


Three things stand out as vital in this ever-changing season of parenthood:

1 • Our children need breathing room—the opportunity to adjust to their life-changes—without constant lectures from a hypercritical parent.

We can insist on respect while not taking every comment personally. Instead of wearing my heart on my sleeve, I could have responded with humor to my clueless daughter. “Excuse me, Ms. Priss. I want to look as pretty as you do when I dine at fine establishments.” Gentle reminders tend to carry more power than angry rebukes.


2• Our worth and value as parents is rooted in our relationship with Christ, not in the eyes of our teens.

There will be times when our children look right through us to other “more exciting” people and activities. But if we are grounded in the Person of Jesus Christ, we will recognize these temporary pulls for what they are and will seek God’s strength to remain a faithful, steady presence in our teen’s life.


3 • We all long to be valued as unique individuals.

On that late night with my daughter, our hearts searched for the same thing—recognition and validation. My teen’s sense of value centered around the bubble of her tiny world.

My sense of worth took a hit because I was focused on my daughter’s approval over my Lord’s. Never a good thing.

In our Father’s eyes, no one is invisible.

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies?
And not one of them is forgotten before God.
Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered.
Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.
Luke 12:6-7

We have immeasurable worth and value because we are created in God’s image—with plans, purpose, and possibilities.

Exciting news for teens and parents alike—no matter how we’re dressed!

 


Originally published on Just18Summers.com.

 

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2 thoughts on “When You Feel Invisible

  1. Funny. My oldest son is 30. Just this night I asked, “So…are you saying your mom is RIGHT…or COOL…or WISE?” Seems we never outgrow our need to know what they think!

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