The longer I am a mother (I know I only have five years experience) the more I see God teaching me life lessons through those sweet little people. Maybe that is why we have them…to learn. The past couple of days have been normal, not extraordinary, but man, have those little guys taught me a couple of things!!!
Monday afternoon, after dance, I found a splinter in Caroline’s hand. To a three year old, I might as well told her that I was going to amputate her left arm. She freaked out. Panicked. As I tried to calm her down and make a plan to remove the splinter, I saw myself in her emotions. I was asking her to “trust me, Momma will not hurt you”. She was panicking. She knows me, she knows I love her and that I would never harm her, but in that moment, she could not be reasoned with. How many times is that my attitude toward the Lord? Many times, I can tell you, I panic. I know that He is good. That He would never hurt me. His promises tell this. I am so thankful that Caroline got a splinter, sure, it stunk holding her down to remove it, but through that splinter…He taught me a lesson.


Tuesday morning was “dress like an animal day” at MDO. I like a good dress up day, it takes me back to college and dressing up for mixers. I get into it. However, I did not remember it was “dress like an animal day”
until Monday at 3:00 pm. Thankfully, I have a friend that loves dressing up more than me and I called her for costume back up. She was gracious enough to let us borrow a couple of costumes. So, Tuesday morning I woke Will up and presented his options. He was pumped about the Scooby costume because he loves dogs and Scooby. Only one problem, it was about two sizes to small. Boo. So after we tried on all the costumes we borrowed, the only one that fit was an alligator costume that we already owned. He looked adorable to me, but he was a bit unsure. When we pulled up to school, we saw two of his friends in his class…without costumes. I freaked, did I read it wrong…no, I know I had the date correct. They forgot…Will was giving me this look like, “Are you kidding me, you made me wear this!” He was mortified. Embarrassed to his little five year old core. And instantly, that was a life lesson. How many times do I see someone that needs to hear about Jesus, and I become embarrassed. Not of my Jesus, but of my “perceived inadequacy”. Hate to learn a lesson at my precious child’s expense, but thankful to be taught!


Since it was not “dress like an animal” in Caroline’s class, she came home and dressed like an animal!What a cute chick!
Today we went to the park. As I was driving, I could hear my sweet little children talking and laughing and enjoying each others company. They were having a conversation and then there they were the next minute fighting. But no matter if they were laughing or fighting, they were always doing one thing…talking and keeping in close contact with one another. It reminded of me of talking to the Lord. Even if I come because I am happy or I come because I am sad…I need to talk to him. He is a constant friend, just like those two in the back seat. Wow, you sure can learn a lot from preschoolers!!!



