And he's independent.
And this morning -- I almost forgot to see the good, the strong, the independence.
Instead I saw what I thought was wrong.
We were in those last minutes before church. You know those minutes -- crazy times -- running around looking for that lone lost shoe, and rushing kids up to the bathroom {even though they'll ask to leave during the sermon}, and quick bites to eat. Caleb was hungry so he decided to get himself a bowl of cereal. With sugar.
All I saw was spilled sugar.
I almost blurted out some annoyed words about the trail of sugar between the cereal bowl and the sugar bowl. But, for some reason I saw that face and had a moment of pause.
I was only seeing what I deemed a mistake, not the independence. The good. The growing up.
Why was that 1/4 teaspoon of sugar all I saw? Why did that become the important?
For that split second when I realized the truth my heart stung. I realized that instead of praising him I was so close to getting after him. He wasn't being careless -- he's five -- he was trying to help. Be independent.
So instead I told him great job, and that he's such a helper, and how proud of him I was.
Next thing I know, without me even asking or mentioning it, he went and got a paper towel and cleaned up the sugar {and yes, most of it's on the floor}. He sat down, looked at me, and smiled. A proud "I did it" type of smile.
Thank goodness that we as mothers get those moments of clarity.
I just need it more often.
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When have you had that moment of sweet clarity?
