It's cleaning day and my girls are scrubbing with me. Rose complains about this inconvenience to her plans.
I reason, "Rose, do you know how gross it would be if we didn't clean the toilets and the floors?"
She scours the sink and retorts, "I think we are going to think differently about some things in life."
Yes, we probably are.
My mom lives next door to me. We think differently about quite a few things.
She's violently enthusiastic and I'm tentative.
|This is what a violently enthusiastic person looks like|
We hold differing views on lots of things, but we love each other and we know that we are God's good gifts to one another. We help each other, we offer perspective to the other.
This is good. This is the way God intended family to be. Not a collection of Russia stacking dolls, but unique, different, complimentary.
I need to remember this when my children stretch out of my box of comfort. I need to remember I am not trying to raise perfect little me's (which is in itself contradictory). I am trying to raise God loving/serving/fearing men and women who delight in the individuality of who God has made them.
|Rosy sleeping with her babies.|
|Avonlea on Bald Butte overlooking Mt. Hood|
|Grant loving his dog|
|Rowan carries everything in his overalls|
|what I tend to think my children should look like|
|what my children actually look like|
Someday, I may come across one of my mom's flags and maybe I'll give it a wave. Maybe Rose will decide never to clean her toilets but she'll love to write poetry while taking a bubble bath.
The possibilities are endless. The potential is amazing. Family is a whole lot of fun.
And one more of my babies will leave the nest next week. This is a video of Grant telling about his mission trip. However, he messed up and cracked us both up. This right here is what I will miss for the next 5 weeks. Please remember him in your prayers.