The kids and I were running errands this morning and got home late for lunch so I opted to quickly reheat last nights leftovers. I fixed LL's plate first and gave it to her, I then proceeded to fix my plate and join her at the table. My mind is running, I'm thinking about nap time and what all I can get accomplished with both kids sleeping, and am totally oblivious to what I should be doing. I'm on my third bite when I awaken from my trance and realize LL is talking to me, "Yes, baby?" "Mama, ay" "What??" "Ay, momma" She then proceeds to put her chin on her chest and I then realize "ay" is "PRAY!" I quickly applauded her for her memory and said a prayer. Even now, 12 hours later, I'm still thinking about the situation. I am so proud of her for knowing and finding a way to tell me that we had not prayed. It excited me that praying is a habit for her, as it should be. Yet, it also grounded me. How could I get so wrapped up in daily life that I couldn't remember to take the time and pray with her? Shame. One of the many blessings in having kids is their ability to humble us and to prioritize correctly. I need to remind myself to slow down and not worry about everything constantly, I don't think we will die if the dishes sit in the sink, or if I don't clean the fridge as often as it should be done.
Chad and I are always questioning ourselves about whether we are making the right decisions in raising our kids? Are we too strict, or too lenient on certain things. How can we set better examples? What methods of discipline do we wish to use? Sometimes we are left wondering are we doing anything right? Today's lunch made me realize we must be doing some things right.
*Since I failed to mention JJ, let it be known he fell asleep in the car and went straight to bed.
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I bet they continue to humble us throughout our lives as well. I can also relate with the constantly questioning yourself. You guys make parenting look easy!
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