I feel like I write the same story over and over. For every one time I write it here, I’ve lived it 20. Here’s how it goes:
Kids do something annoying. Mommy gets mad. Mommy stays mad. Kids do something beautiful that catapults Mommy from chronos to kairos. Mommy asks for forgiveness and tries to see the blessings. Repeat.
So for this morning’s version of the same ol’ story:
Today on the way to church we had to pick up fruit from Kroger for lunch. Here’s just a sampling of what you may have overheard had you tagged along…
“No, you can’t take the bright orange tie down straps into the store with you. Why not? Because that’s just ridiculous, that’s why not.”
“Bubba, sit down. SIT DOWN! Sit. Down. Nooooooooooow.”
“Chica, puh-lease watch where you are pushing the cart. No, never mind. Just stop.”
“Stop talking, I can’t concentrate.”
“Where the heck is my wallet?”
“No. I already know what you are going to ask. Just no.”
Yeah. It wasn’t pretty. All while I should have been preparing for what has the potential to be my most peaceful hour and a half of the week. And then we got in the car, and I just wallowed in it, like Templeton wallowing in the muck.
But thankfully, cutting through my annoyance and anger, came the sweetest words from the back seat.
“Horn. Beep beep beep. Horn. Beep beep beep. Tooooooown.”
Bubba was singing. Not following along with his sister or me…just singing his own song. How much was I missing while swimming in the mire?
And somehow his simple words sang to me…
Come awake! The straps and the cart and the wallet and the begging for gum are just not worth it. Be thankful. Be thankful and awake to the gifts around you. This boy. His song. This girl. Her imagination. Her freedom. Her dance in church. Come awake.
Sing on, Bubba. Keep reminding me. One day I just may get it.
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