The day started out with a good breakfast. Everyone had sliced strawberries. Princess-girl got sliced Roma tomatoes with grated parmesan, Sweet Tart got a folded Nutella sandwich, and the Governor (new nickname for my oldest) ate raspberries and two folded Nutella sandwiches. I honestly let them choose their own activities for most of the morning and afternoon which included coloring, fort building, Skylanders, Calico Critters, Lalaloopsies, magic shows, etc.
Later, we visited my parents and my Nana, who is visiting from out of town. We sat on the deck and the kids discovered it to be very stage-like. They decided to reenact fairy tales like the Three Little Pigs, Little Red Riding Hood, and the Boy Who Cried Wolf. We had a definite theme going and they asked for a volunteer from the audience to be the Big Bad Wolf. Grampy got picked. It was so cute!
Tonight was the first Friday of the month which means Kid City Live at our church. It’s an opportunity for parents and kids to come worship together and for the parents to get an overview of what their children will be learning in small groups each week this month. The virtue this month is Friendship.
One thing I will have to admit about this week: I thought about the summer months when the kids will be out of school. I thought about how I needed to get on the ball and schedule out some activities. I registered ALL three of them for a local VBS in June. I actually started dreading the future.
And then the Holy Spirit checked me BIG time. This is what I prayed for, motherhood. I was reminded that I chose to stay at home every day with my kids. But more importantly, I have been chosen, because of my unique gifts, to be there for the Govenor, Princess-girl, and Sweet Tart and raise them with Aron until it’s time for them to leave home.
Sometimes I look back on a day and complain that I was barely able to finish one thing, that I had to do laundry or dishes after bedtime because I kept getting interrupted during the day. Just typing that out seems so laughable. In reality, I got a ton done: I read a story, I wiped a nose, I rocked a feverish child to sleep, I made meals, I played a newly invented game, etc.
Why do I want to rush through this season of their childhood so fast? I was reminded of a section of verses (James 1:2-8) that always gives me a gut check, especially when it comes to rushing and not enduring:
Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides.You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do it’s work so that you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way. If you don’t know what you’re doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You’ll get His help, and won’t be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought. People who “worry their prayers” are like wind-whipped waves. Don’t think you’re going to get anything from the Master that way, adrift at sea, keeping all your options open.
James doesn’t mince words. When life is challenging, it throws my faith out into the open and it shows my true colors…total exposure. If I try to skip through this season of parenting, slowing down, and small details, I won’t be prepared, fully mature, or strong enough for the next season. Also, I’m not alone. God wants me to ask for wisdom. Nothing is too big or small, but I have to make sure I am praying confidently.
For me, the danger in rushing through and checking days off is missing the moments, those quick rewarding glimpses of all the things that are going right, the rewards of staying steady, and asking for help. This is a prime example. I almost missed this one until later today when going back through my camera roll. I had to zoom in for a closer look. The payoff: all three with pure joy on their faces. Gorgeous.