Here we go again...

At 8:40 am yesterday  morning, I rolled over and told Coach..."there is no way I can get ready for church, but you go ahead."

That was not true.

Because less than 40 minutes later, we were all in the car going to church.  And I am so happy that I decided to go.  I was trying so hard to come up with an excuse to NOT go.  Saturday was our first experience with an MAYB tournament for Middle.  And anyone who has experienced these tournaments, knows that they make for a very long day.  We were up and out the door at 6:15 am and returned home around 4:30 pm.  We then jumped in the car to head up the YMCA for Big's game. I am not complaining.  Please don't confuse my telling you of my day for complaining.  There was no place I would rather have been than watching the boys play basketball with their friends.  It was just a very, long day. 

So when Sunday rolled around, my mind was set on sleeping in a bit...stumbling to the coffee pot...and stumbling back to bed.  But God had a different plan.  I felt it in my heart.  So we scrambled to get ready...I didn't even have time to make coffee...and out the door we went.

Now...anyone who knows Little, knows that he is sometimes hard to talk to.  It is very much on his terms when he will share something and you just have to be ready when he talks.  Which consequently is all the time. 

On our way out of church he was very carefully carrying this little square sticker thing.  He was carrying it...and looking at it intently.  (kind of frowning and scrunching up his nose)  And all of a sudden, he dropped it in a slushy pile of half snow/half mud. 

Instant tears.

I went over and picked it up and wiped it on my leggings (so glad those are back in style by the way) and looked at the tears in his eyes.  He said, "OH NO!  Now my pray for everyone sticker is all muddy!"  We assured him it would be okay and we would take care of it.  He was so upset and it made my heart swell a little with pride that he would be that upset about a sticker from Sunday School.

Little is very stubborn and strong willed.  I am reading a new parenting book and skimming through an old one right now trying to figure out what works best for him.  And it occurred to me when he was so upset about that sticker...that I am not alone in this quest to raise him and make him a good person.  Jesus is with me.  He was with Little in Sunday School yesterday and He taught Little using his teachers...that we should pray for everyone. 

And maybe...in my quest to "fix" Little...I should acquire the help of Jesus more often.  Because no one loves Little more than Jesus. 

I wonder why it takes me so long for things to click?  I know Jesus loves my children.  So why didn't I go to Him in the first place?  I don't know...but the only way for Little to learn about Jesus...is for me to include Jesus in all that we do. 

Have a blessed day!
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