The longer I do this mom thing the more humbling it is for me.
Take for example, yesterday, SEPTEMBER 29 (check your calendars– it’s supposed to be fall, y’all!) and it had to be 100* outside. It was hot. Stifling, actually.
(OK, I just checked weather.com and the high was 93*… still not my preferable fall weather.)
Anyway, I was enjoying our local outdoor mall with the kids, I hadn’t planned well, and the trip ended in a toy store with Doodlebug screaming, “I waaann waaak” from the stroller, the older two hanging on the sides of the stroller (making it ever so difficult to make forward progress), we were on the opposite end of the mall from where the car was parked (of course) and it was nap time. As we were walking I started talking about how hot it was and wondering why it didn’t feel more like fall. I thought I was just chatting to help the kids not think about the long, hot trek to the car when Ladybug said so matter-of-factly, “Mommy, it sounds like you’re complaining and arguing.”
Seriously when I taught the kids Philippians 2:14 so I could bust it out when they are complaining, I had no forethought to the fact that it might come back to bite me in the butt.
I was speechless for a second and then I had to confess that I was complaining about the heat and ask for forgiveness.
And thankful. How many jobs out there come with an extra cute mini “holy spirit” to keep you in check?