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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