Closed Doors


My son is at the age making sure that every cabinet gets open no less than four times a minute while making sure the drawers next to the cabinet are opened no less than four times that same minute. He never stays in one place. A reprimand is quickly dismissed and something new is approached.

After awhile, I”ve had enough. Diversion has lost her appeal, and I”m tired of myself saying “no” and don”t want to use it so much that it loses its meaning.

Thankfully, while doing laundry one day I noticed a yard stick in the corner. The light bulb went off. I grabbed the yard stick and went to a vertical line of three drawers we have in the kitchen. I put the yard stick through the three handles. Ha, ha. No more opening drawers. Well, almost. My son did try to open one and all three came out. But with the yardstick keeping them together he could not get to the middle or lowest drawer and that”s where his goodies are. Now he doesn”t even bother trying to open them when the yardstick is in place.

My husband found a 48″ ruler and has that across our pantry doors using rubberbands to hold it to the knobs. My son can no longer open those doors and bring Goldfish bags to us every few seconds.

The Bible is full of lessons about setting boundaries and obedience.  Looking back in my life, I am thankful for the doors that God closed for me—things or opportunities that I wanted desperately, but God knew were not in my best interest to have.

The world is filled with stuff our kids want, but which is not good for them—physically, emotionally, or spiritually.  In a world that offers an overwhelming number of consumer choices, sometimes the most loving thing we can do for our kids is to close some drawers.

Heather Bennett

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