"They didn't have them ready after I called last night to make sure they would be ready by 7:00 this morning!" I yelled out to my husband as I rushed in the door.
One school-aged child was still in bed, the other one was not ready, lunches were unmade, and we had to leave for school in 40 minutes. Rushing ensued as I frantically yelled to the kids to hurry up.
Chaos mounted. The baby was wailing for "wata". My precious 5-year-old boy was growing more anxious by the moment. Mr. Wonderful was trying to figure out what I wanted him to do when I didn't even know what I wanted him to do.
My sweet girl - the one who is feisty like her mama - looked at me and smiled. "It's OK, Mommy. Just email the pictures to my teacher so she can show the class."
And, like that, my little girl "unrushed" me. As I looked into her beautiful eyes, I remembered what is important. I am working alongside my husband to raise little souls to love Jesus and handle life situations with grace. I was being anything but gracious in my frenzied, hurried state.
I took a deep breath as I took her suggestion. You could literally feel the tension fade as we all calmed down. Our morning became beautiful. Filled with laughter, sweet conversations and a walk to school that allowed us to savor time with each other instead of worrying about being late.
The six-year-old who is responsible for the bulk of my grey hair turned our family's entire day around. I thanked her as we walked to school.
"Mommy, I love you more than pictures of Pete the Cat and I know you tried to get those pictures."
Grace...she's getting it and, now, she's teaching me.
One school-aged child was still in bed, the other one was not ready, lunches were unmade, and we had to leave for school in 40 minutes. Rushing ensued as I frantically yelled to the kids to hurry up.
Chaos mounted. The baby was wailing for "wata". My precious 5-year-old boy was growing more anxious by the moment. Mr. Wonderful was trying to figure out what I wanted him to do when I didn't even know what I wanted him to do.
My sweet girl - the one who is feisty like her mama - looked at me and smiled. "It's OK, Mommy. Just email the pictures to my teacher so she can show the class."
And, like that, my little girl "unrushed" me. As I looked into her beautiful eyes, I remembered what is important. I am working alongside my husband to raise little souls to love Jesus and handle life situations with grace. I was being anything but gracious in my frenzied, hurried state.
I took a deep breath as I took her suggestion. You could literally feel the tension fade as we all calmed down. Our morning became beautiful. Filled with laughter, sweet conversations and a walk to school that allowed us to savor time with each other instead of worrying about being late.
The six-year-old who is responsible for the bulk of my grey hair turned our family's entire day around. I thanked her as we walked to school.
"Mommy, I love you more than pictures of Pete the Cat and I know you tried to get those pictures."
Grace...she's getting it and, now, she's teaching me.
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