My goodness, it has been a fun one. Back to 9 AM church this morning and all was well except that I failed to get Jack up at 5 AM as he had requested. When I got him up at 7:45 he was angry at the late hour and refused to get out of bed. There just isn't a lot I can do when he gets like that so I told him he had 10 minutes to be upstairs so we could get ready and let him be. After some time he came up, still upset. After a bit he came in my room and we got him dressed for church. He lightened up a skosh and in an effort to get him to lighten up a bit more we wrestled for a minute. That tends to work but today I had my work cut out for me. He just had a 5 AM chip on his shoulder and in the midst of our wrestle he dropped a big kick down just below my sternum. It didn't actually hurt but I played it up like he had me in serious pain. I sat up panting and fighting for air. I made a couple of desperate gulps for air, went quiet and fell back down on the bed and on Jack. He was laughing and figured I was faking but I put on a good show. So good that his hauled off and smacked me across the face in an effort to revive me. I didn't even flinch, just took it and apparently had him sold that I was gone. Next came a rather abrupt recovery as Jack decided he had to do mouth to mouth resuscitation on me. My eyes were closed from the moment I fell backwards so I didn't see it coming but as soon as his mouth went over mine I was miraculously healed and on my feet. If nothing else it resuscitated Jack's day and he was in a much better mood after that. Such a funny kid.
Speaking of funny kids, Andy wanted to get up to share his testimony today. He wanted me to go up and help him but I stopped him and told him to practice with me before he went up. We practiced and then he asked me to write down what he said. I did so, he took it up and read it. He did a really good job with it and he walked down just beaming with joy for being such a big boy. Here is what he asked me to write down for him and what he then read:
I want to bear my testimony. I know the Church is true. I like this place. I love my family. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
There are moments in life when you watch your kids do something and you just feel good, you feel blessed. Blessed with the opportunity to be a parent and to be trusted with their care. These are moments I look forward to because there are a multitude of moments filled with exhaustion when I can't help but wonder if I am making any sort of a difference in their lives. It is so easy to get overwhelmed and to feel like you are failing. Then these kind of moments happen and they resuscitate you in a sense, they buoy you up and keep you pressing forward. I am grateful for those moments and the hope and strength they provide.
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