I was reclined in the little girls’ bed, reading to Bethany and Ruthie before nap time. I do the same thing almost every day. Today, as I read, I noticed that Ruthie was resting her head on my temple. Her curly hair was threatening to obstruct my view of the book. While my eyes and mouth kept up the task of reading the silly children’s literature, I allowed my mind to wander. I sort of marveled at the intimate position of this little five-year-old girl. I thought about the blessing given to me — six children who think I am the second neatest person in the world (the first being Mom).
Reading to Ruthie and Bethany before nap time.
I have yelled
As I took time to appreciate the precious position of my Ruthie, I remembered having yelled at her earlier in the day. (I think it was the first time I have yelled at a child — very out of character [heavy sarcasm]. But seriously…) I could not even remember what I yelled about (But I bet it had something to do with bullying a younger sister). I came to two conclusions.
- Pick your battles with more wisdom because the child will probably grow up to be a fine child like her older sisters.
- Thank God for building into children a prodigious capacity to forgive!