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Parental PDA: 4 Reasons To Kiss In Front of Your Kids

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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is more delightful than wine. Song of Solomon 1:2

Every time my husband and I grab a quick, passing kiss or a snuggle at the kitchen sink, we have one child whose super sonic radar vision alarms and directs her to our immediate location. She has also trained her 5-year-old spy sister whose short stature makes her unnoticeable and  quite stealthy.  The other day we had one of these encounters. We looked down and there were two sets of shining eyes and a couple of wide grins wiggling their way between us.

If my husband and I evade the Spy Kids and sneak some nooky without the intrusion we feel like we got an edge in the game . But really, more than just a game and some laughs, there are some big time important reasons our kids need to see us loving on each other.

Security

We live in an age of disposable marriage, quick divorce and instant remarriage. Our kids have seen this, not just in the world, but in our church. They don’t want their family divided. They want together parents that aren’t just together because they have to be. They want parents who are building a family out of love because they want to be. We aren’t going anywhere and our kids know it by the way we love.

Respect for Dad

There’s a lot of trash talking when it comes to Daddies. They are morons. They don’t know how to take care of kids. They are lazy. I don’t want my kids to think Daddy is an idiot. I want them to respect him. I want them to know I respect him. So I honor him in front of them. I prefer my kids see me smooching the head of our home instead of back biting him.

Value Godly Women

News flash: seven kids later I am no super model. But my husband is still attracted to me and our kids know it. I want them to know that it doesn’t take a slim figure, flat, non-stretch-marked abs and spiked heals to be alluring. Godly women have got it going on. I want my son to value holy women. I want my daughters to be holy women. Seeing their dad’s head still turn for me shows them what really matters. It’s not a hot body. It is a holy marriage with Christ at the center.

Something to Emulate 

I want my kids to have healthy, functional, God-honoring marriages one day. How will they have one if they don’t see what it is supposed to look like? Marriage can feel like a slow, painful death. But it can also be liberating, loving, secure, fun, happy and amazing. I want my kids to see that God’s way of marriage is phenomenal. I want our example to give them something to emulate in their marriage.

Aug 27, 2014Serena
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  1. Hannah S.
    8 years ago

    My parents were never, and still aren’t, shy about kissing in front of us. When I was younger, of course, I thought it was gross; but I am so thankful for it now. It’s evident to everyone who sees them that my parents still love each other after 34 years of marriage. If I get married, I want my husband and I to emulate the example of my parents.

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8 years ago 1 Comment Family relationships, Kids, Marriage, Parenting, Uncategorizedgodly parenting, marriage, parenting1,216
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