Today I am grateful for the patience and forgiveness of my children. Being a mom is new to me every single day. Knowing what to do is the hardest thing ever. And, my children are patient with me and they forgive me when I make mistakes. Something that I willingly admit to them all the time. I know I don't have a clue what to do, or what is best, but I'm doing the best I can with what I have. Someday, I hope my children will understand that, and remember to forgive me again for all the bad days and bad behavior choices. But, for right now, I am so very thankful they give me so much allowance and forgive me when I don't do the best thing first.
Today I was sifting through all the clothing and pulling out clothes that were stained and torn, as well as clothing the children had outgrown. There was a huge pile of clothing to sort through, and an ever growing pile of clothes to donate. At one point, I pulled out a pink t-shirt and asked, "Whose is this?" Someone said it was Maryanne's, which couldn't have been true because it was a size 8. It wasn't her color anyway ... So I tossed it in the donate pile. (In hind sight, I now think my mom gave it to Maryanne for Christmas, and she said that she wasn't sure what size to get for Maryanne. Whoops on my part.) That's when Adam exclaimed that he wanted a pink shirt. Other children chimed in with, "It is his color." (Referring to his Dressing Your Truth type.) Adam bolted toward the donate pile and seized the shirt, promptly pulling it over his head and the collared shirt he had on. (Later he removed the collared shirt, after much cajoling from ...
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