It had been a rough day.
The kind of day where you haven’t slept well for more than a week and you’re just. so. tired. and the whole house is a mess and the baby is crying and your body aches and you’re worried about family members who are sick and hurting and you’ve just been so busy you haven’t had any time to relax and then a cup falls out of the cupboard when you open it and lands on a swollen joint in your arthritic hand and suddenly you are weeping into the soapy water in the kitchen sink while your family looks on in horror.
That kind of day. Please tell me I’m not the only one who has had that kind of day.
Somehow we got dinner on the table and then plates and food put away and kids in bed with many hugs and kisses. We did a little relaxing and some chatting and I took a sleepy pill and went to get into bed– and there it was, sticking out from under my pillow.
You know those times when you read blogs where the author is talking about this amazing, wonderful, sensitive, spiritual thing her kid did, and you think, my kid would never do something like that; I must be a terrible mother?
(Maybe it’s just me.)
I learned something about those kinds of moments. Those kids who are so thoughtful and generous and loving are the same kids who leave the toilet seat up, get more toothpaste on the bathroom counter than on their toothbrushes, and complain about having to set the table. It’s just that we moms like to remember the positive, so we don’t write about the flushed legos or the giant bedtime meltdown. We write about the good stuff.
And this is good stuff, something precious, God working through a seven-year-old boy to encourage his weak and tired mommy’s heart.
So you’ll forgive me if I brag about this little moment worth unwrapping, won’t you? And you’ll know that my kids are just like your kids, only cuter.
Of course I’m not in the least bit biased!
(well, maybe just a little.)
(can you blame me?)