So just maybe I haven’t screwed them up beyond hope.

After an especially loud, violent and emotional screaming, scratching and hitting match (btw, both parties were fighting dirty–neither was more or less to blame) over a remote-control Strawberry Shortcake car, an angry mama put two angry kids in angry time-outs. When they had served their time, I quietly opened the doors to their rooms. A few minutes later, Carson came out and said he needed me to write some words on a card (we do this a lot) but he wouldn’t need a stamp because it was “for someone already in this house.” I patiently waited as he dictated. He finished the card with a ballerina drawing–in case you didn’t recognize it immediately–sealed it in an envelope and hand delivered it with a hug. Thank you, Lord, for this sweet little miracle moment. I needed it today!

4 Comments

  1. So good to have moments like these to reassure us that they are growing and learning. I saw the drawing and thought it was a hand giving up a toy. But ballerina makes sense, too!

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *