I have a bit of a confession. I'm a grouch. I don't do mornings. But it hit me today just how often I tend to let my grouchiness invade my life. It just kind of spills over on to my children who, bless their hearts, are the sweetest, most forgiving, totally adoring boys.
I often feel like Oscar from Sesame Street when someone bangs on his garbage can. He shouts out, "who's there?" in that grumpy voice of his. Me, I hear the not-so-soft padding of little feet approaching my bedroom at the ungodly hour of...uh...7:00 a.m., and I crack one eyelid and growl, "waddayawant."
I was gently shown today by my five-year-old that I was being Mommy the Grouch. He so sweetly looked at me and said, "Mom, I still love you even when I bother you." Huh? I was shocked! When I asked what he meant he said, "I still love you when you're grouchy."
God overflowed my cup when he gave me my three children. No matter how often I grump or growl, those big eyes (all six of them) stare up at me in total adoration. They forgive in the blink of an eye my sour behaviour. Those little hearts are willing to overlook all my faults and they wrap their little arms around me and proclaim, "I love you even when you grouch."
Is there any greater blessing than that?
I often feel like Oscar from Sesame Street when someone bangs on his garbage can. He shouts out, "who's there?" in that grumpy voice of his. Me, I hear the not-so-soft padding of little feet approaching my bedroom at the ungodly hour of...uh...7:00 a.m., and I crack one eyelid and growl, "waddayawant."
I was gently shown today by my five-year-old that I was being Mommy the Grouch. He so sweetly looked at me and said, "Mom, I still love you even when I bother you." Huh? I was shocked! When I asked what he meant he said, "I still love you when you're grouchy."
God overflowed my cup when he gave me my three children. No matter how often I grump or growl, those big eyes (all six of them) stare up at me in total adoration. They forgive in the blink of an eye my sour behaviour. Those little hearts are willing to overlook all my faults and they wrap their little arms around me and proclaim, "I love you even when you grouch."
Is there any greater blessing than that?
6 comments:
Kids are the best. My DD gives me a reason to get up every day... She often tells me that she loves me so much her heart isn't big enough to hold it all. The hugs and kisses throughout the day.
Truly a blessing!
Hey Shauna,
Kids truely do have a way of teaching us lessons. They are still so pure of heart and are able to forgive so freely. By your post I am reminded that we all should be so forgiving. Your kids are too sweet! I can see their huge eyes staring at you right now. Kinda' turns you into the mussy Big Bird huh? Love you!
You have reminded me of all that really matters. Make sure you savor all of it because all to soon your going to wish that there were little feet to wake you. You are their #1 person and no one can come close to comparing. Cherish this because saddly it won't always be this way, not that they still won't love and admire you, but you won't always be #1 and at times you'll get a little lonely for someone to just hug you and tell you no matter what, your still the best in their world. Whoops, getting a little carried away.
Hug those little guys lots. Miss seeing them.
ym
Marianne, that is SO precious! Doesn't it just make you melt? Sometimes I just wanna grab my boys and gobble them up, they are so cute. I told a little guy (one of my kids' friends) today that I thought he was pretty cute. His response was, "I'm four. I'm too old for 'cute'....I'm awesome." LOL!
Miss, I was thinking that very thing when I was writing this post. Children are boundless in both their love and their forgiveness. Makes me think I need to try harder with both.
ym, I can't even think about my boys growing up and moving on. It makes me tear up. I love that I'm the number one person in their lives. I don't want any other girl swooping in and stealing their affection....grrr! Oops. I know it'll happen down the road and I keep reminding myself to soak it up while it lasts. There will be a day when they don't want to snuggle mommy anymore. :-(
Everyone, there's this great Karen Kingsbury book about last moments with your child, "Let Me Hold You Longer." It's a tear jerker, but made me really think about holding onto the precious moments because you never know when they'll be the last.
I love that Karen Kingsbury book. I tear up every time I read it and I don't even have kids! If you haven't read it, you have to.
Shar
Shar, I know what you mean. Every time I read it, I get goosebumps. And it makes me want to grab on to my kids and hold them close for awhile.
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