If you know me on a personal level, or if you’ve been a reader for a while, then you probably know that I am a little bit (ahem) of an emotional human.
I cry at ALL the things. Happy. Sad. Funny. When I was pregnant, I cried at a turkey commercial. True story.
But YESTERDAY, I cried tears of MOM PRIDE.
My sweet baby girl (who is actually now two and a half years old and not so much a baby anymore… cue more tears…) did something yesterday that made me think that maybe- just MAYBE- my husband and I are doing this parenting thing right.
And I tell this story because I’m certain that if you look for these moments, you will be assured that YOU ARE, TOO!
I picked her up from preschool and per the norm on a beautiful day, all the kids gather on the soft green grass in front of the school and run their over sized heads off.
As is inevitable in this kind of chaos, a sweet little boy bit it hard and had the scrape to prove it. His grown up was there to console and hold him on the lawn, but he was pretty distraught for a solid 5 minutes or more. He happened to be in my daughter’s class, so when she saw him fall, she was by his side faster than Princess Poppy and Hug Time. (If you’ve never seen the new Troll’s movie, you’re not going to get that, so let’s just say she got there QUICK.)
I was sitting on the steps, watching everything unfold. I assumed that she would pat his shoulder and get back to playing with all her other friends. Which would have been JUST FINE.
But she didn’t. She sat right by his side, eyes locked with his, determined to comfort him until they both knew he was alright. She didn’t look for me. She didn’t even notice all of her other friends running around her. She had one mission- and that was to assure him that he was loved.
You guys. I sat there watching, bawling my momma eyes out. Right there by all of the other parents, hoping my sunglasses concealed my crazy.
I was just SO PROUD.
Do I want her to be smart? Of course. Do I hope that she is strong and athletic with amazing musical abilities? You bet.
But the most important thing to her father and me is that we raise a little person that is KIND and that doesn’t hesitate to show the love of Jesus- especially when one of His children is broken.
It’s easy to get wrapped up into all the things we need to teach our children. It’s overwhelming to think of all the life skills they will need to survive in this world.
But KINDNESS and LOVE? May this be the anchor in all that they become.
“Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.” 1Corinthians 13:13 (NLT)
When you’re feeling discouraged as a parent, or maybe begin to question if you’re doing any of this right, just look for the love. Pay attention to the hearts of your little people, watch them as they interact with those around them. They may not be able to wipe their own bums, but I bet if you look closely enough, you’ll see the love of Jesus shining through them.
Good job, Mom and Dad. Permission to cry your eyes out.
Live Life on Purpose,