Children love putting on adult shoes. At 18 months old, my son put his grandmother’s snow boots on and tried to walk around the house. My daughter loved traipsing around in my heels as early as 2 years old. I remember that she’d ask me if she could have my shoes when she grew up. I always said yes!
The old saying goes something like “don’t judge another until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes.”
There is so much truth to that. We shouldn’t be quick to judge someone else because we really don’t know what it’s like to live his or her life; we don’t know how heavy the burden is. Because if we really knew, we wouldn’t be so harsh or quick to judge. If we knew, I think we’d have more compassion.
I remember years ago, I was in the grocery store with my two little children and one of them was having a little hissy fit. Nothing I did or said got him to quiet down. I even tried ignoring his behavior. Nope, that didn’t help, either. Needing food for the week, I decided to keep shopping, much to the dismay, I’m sure, of the other shoppers. One lady glared and huffed at me. She let out a moan and a sigh that was clearly meant for me. I felt horrible. And alone. And like a bad parent.
Yuck! I wanted to stop my cart and ask that lady if she had forgotten what it was like to raise children (she was an older woman). I wanted to ask her if it was easier for her to glare at me than smile. But I was too occupied with the screaming child that was calling me mommy!
Now, when I see a young mother with children who aren’t acting like she’d want them to, I say a prayer for her, smile at the children, or say something like, “Hey, someday you’ll laugh about this. Or you’ll write a blog about it.”
It hurts to be judged. It stings like the dickens to be looked down upon. Lord, help me have compassion and love for others, especially when I don’t know what it’s like walking in their shoes!