Sometimes I dream of what it would be like to have the perfect children. The kind of kids who go to bed when they’re tucked in the first time, not after the 15th time of coming up with some genius reason they need something more… the kind of kids who use their manners at all times, not just when they want something…the kind of kids who don’t sigh when they have to put their laundry away, but instead see the pile of laundry and take it upon themselves to fold and put away everyone’s not just theirs. Oh! What bliss!
I woke up this morning praying God’s hand upon me and my children today as I knew it was going to be a busy day and completing my “to do” list while being attentive to my kids would take some effort. Oh it definitely took effort today…
Woke up to kids who were less than thrilled to have to help sort, fold, and put away laundry. They were even more excited to have to clean up their room and read for 15 minutes on a holiday. How dare I, right?? Several times today I gave thought to those “perfect kids”…I thought about the perfect kids as I cringed when Bella slipped at the pool after I had told her several times not to run. I thought about the perfect kids when Brandon squirted my hair with the water gun after I had just told him not to wet my hair. I thought about those perfect kids when I was yelling at Christopher to get off of the roof after he had thrown his basketball up there knowing he is not allowed to do that. I thought about those perfect kids as I glanced at the clock at 10pm realizing I started our bedtime routine at 8pm and somehow I just managed to get all 3 kids to sleep at 10pm! I thought about those perfect kids off and on all day, but as I’m sitting here smelling my green tea in the quiet of this house, I’m thankful for the very children I’ve been blessed with because because in all of their imperfections, they were perfectly created for me.
As I reflect tonight, I am thankful for my perfect enough son, Brandon, who came to me this morning and said, “Mom, can I just sit with you for a few minutes?”. I am thankful for my perfect enough son, Christopher, who when I walked into a dark bedroom to do our bedtime prayer and tuck in said, “Mom, it’s okay, I already prayed over us and we’re going to sleep now so you can do other things”. I am thankful for my perfect enough daughter, Isabella, who when we laid down for bed said, “It’s my turn now to pay…”Dear God, I praises You in all things (followed by gibberish I didn’t understand) AMEN!”.
They’re perfect enough for me. What would I have to be thankful for if not for the mini victories throughout our many imperfect days?
I love you three beautiful blessings!