There’s been a voice developing in my head over the past year. This voice takes shards of my day and polishes and smoothes until it’s something I don’t mind putting in my window....souvenirs of my motherhood adventure. A toddler meltdown over a popsicle that in the moment makes me want to bang my head against the refrigerator door turns into a funny story that reminds me how far we’ve come from middle of the night feedings. And when I really tune into the voice, I often find insight into God and His love for me. This blog is the recording studio for that voice. My hope is that the souvenirs of my day serve as entertainment and encouragement to those of you who are banging your head against a refrigerator door. And that you’re inspired to find a voice of your own that turns these trying moments into treasured souvenirs.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

My Takeaway from Tea Time



Yesterday was the Kindergarten Tea.  Kenny dressed up (with some coaxing), and played the part of the perfect gentlemen.  He took me by the hand when I entered his classroom and escorted me to his chair where he presented me with treasures created by his own hands.  One of the treasures was a book (and by book I mean a bunch of papers stapled together).  Each page asked a different question about his mother, and on each page he wrote a sentence in response with a picture to go with it.  I glanced at the mom seated beside us.  Her book was detailed, neat, and filled with color.  Kenny’s book was awash in #2 pencil, his handwriting a wreck, pictures were penciled stick figures to represent him and I.  But it was the most thoughtful and beautiful piece of work he’s ever produced, so I pushed comparison aside and fought back tears as he read me each page.  

It was heartwarming and hysterical to see myself through a six-year-old’s eyes.  He loves me because I cook, play, and lay with him at night.  He thinks my way to relax is to sit on the sofa and watch the news.  He wishes he could buy me a pot (very thoughtful since my favorite thing to do is cook!)  It was a sweet and rare 45 minutes of one-on-one time with my firstborn.  I left the tea with a huge smile on my face and a heart overflowing.  But I also felt convicted to be more transparent with my boys about the things I really enjoy.  They need to know that mommy likes pedicures and reading books without pictures and watching Downton Abbey.  I don’t want them growing up knowing only my (stellar!?) mom attributes.

And as often happens when I have any amount of time alone…this line of thinking expanded to the spiritual realm.  How many years of my life did I look at God through the type of narrow lens that my son currently sees me?  I kept Him in my “Sunday box” and didn’t realize all that I was missing by not allowing Him into every area of my life.  My life has become rich and abundant since letting Got out of the box.  I experience Him in the most unexpected places and ways, and much of the time through interactions with people.  

What an amazing day…..tea with my favorite six-year-old and the realization that just as I am a multi-faceted woman, God is a multi-faceted God….with every facet more good and loving than the last.

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