Can you hear them? The wedding bells? Growing stronger every day! We're getting ready around here for one awesome celebration. Haircuts, new duds and packing on the brain. The countdown is on.
getting our wedding on
in training
After doing a load of laundry, baking brownies and playing in the basement, we made an impromptu trip to the store. Andrew's shoes were on and I was looking for mine. Ever multi-tasking, I said, "And let's see, I need my coupons and my purse and... " I think out loud.
Enter Andrew.
He had found some random coupons sitting near the television - check. And then located my purse near the couch. Slid it on his wrist - check. Way to be prepared, Buddy!
It made me smile to see Andrew model Mommy. He is watching. And so is Morgan. They both observe my reactions and responses, the way I handle conflict, the clothes I choose to wear, how I drive, the manners I use in public, the words I speak, the way I sing at church, how I eat, what I eat, the way I treat our possessions. Everything little thing that we do is noticed by our children, whether we realize it or not.
When I think on that popular verse from the Bible about training up your children (Proverbs 22:6), I've always interpreted it as something deliberate or planned. An activity or lesson, or some other kind of intended learning. But it's not just those intentional moments. We are leading by example every day in the choices we make. How are those choices honoring God? And what does that say to our kids now so they can learn and become older, wiser, God-honoring adults?
Knowing that we're not perfect, yet still loved by The One who made us, I also can accept the imitations that reflect poorly on my mothering. I'll overhear Morgan pretending, scolding, "Now how many times do I have to tell you?!" Or Andrew raising his voice to Morgan, thinking that shouting will actually resolve the conflict.
I know where they get it from. All of it, the good and the bad. And I am so thankful to be their teacher.
so proud
Morgan is officially a preschool pro. And I couldn't be happier.
Today was the first day of 4-year-old preschool. And amidst the paparazzi of parents with their cameras and video rolling (oh my), she was just fine.
As Andrew and I waited in the hallway with her, taking in all the chaos around us, I slid my back down the wall and crouched next to Morgan. I gave her a squeeze with my one free arm and she said to me, "I'm a little bit nervous." Another hug later and the door opened to her classroom. It was time. A few more anxious hugs and kisses, and that was it.
No tears. No looking back.
When Andrew and I got back in the car, Morgan's theme song was playing on the iPod. I was so pumped and grateful and thought, "Nope, she's not afraid. Thank you, Lord!"
When we got home and settled into lunch, Morgan said, "When am I going to four-year-old preschool?" I explained that's exactly where she was this morning.
"But it's the same as last year."
Huh.
"Well, yes, it's very similar. But you now go three days instead of two, and you start at 8:30 instead of 9:00. You'll learn a few different things and get to have more special opportunities than you did last year. So it's not exactly the same."
And that was good enough for her.
Young but now I’m older
Never have I seen the righteous forsaken
Believe in what You told me
You would always hold me
Safe in the palm of Your hand
Even though I go through the valley
of the shadow I’m not forgotten
And I’ll never let a day go by my my
Lemme shout it from the mountain
I just wanna say, I’m not afraid
I know that You are with me, always
I give you praise for every day
I know You’ll never leave me, no way
Said You’d never leave me
Said You won’t forsake me
Never leave me lonely
Surely I believe it.
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