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I complain about my children most days. They are fabulous little human beings, but there are just so many of them. I have a five-year-old, Oscar, and twin three-year-olds, Hazel and Mae. It turns out I’m not particularly well suited to parenting young children, especially several at once. Some parts of it are a deep joy, and other parts, not as much. I am in awe of preschool teachers. I am baffled by homeschoolers.
Last week I said to a friend, “Getting in the car is the worst! I hate it! My kids just don’t have the same priorities as I do.” My priorities are mostly getting to the place we need to go, not being late, and not being embarrassed by being late. Also having important things, like shoes on your feet. My children don’t really seem to care about any of that.
My friend, maybe just to make conversation, or maybe drawing from a deep well of wisdom, asked, “What are their priorities?” I thought for a second and said, “Mostly being together, being in the moment, experiencing all of life… and joy.” I think my counselor has been trying to get me to focus on these things.
My counselor and Jesus.
“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
I think that might have been what he meant. And maybe they are already in the kingdom, bearing it out, witnessing to me. Maybe it’s so hard to get them to put their shoes on because they know that they are standing on holy ground.
“Mostly being together, being in the moment, experiencing all of life… and joy.”
Giving Thanks for you sharing The Holy Spirit’s teaching today!
Well said. Let us learn from our children and grandchildren.
Jen! I appreciate your courageous soul to be authentic & honestly beautiful you! I often think of our childlike spirits… how did we stop and start being adults who forget what is truly important…
I loved having small children (though my wife did the “lion’s share” of the work). But the part I DISLIKED was bending over and getting their squirming little bodies into the car seats! Now I happily strap in my grandsons. It changes from work to privilege.