We had a very exciting anniversary supper Saturday night at Red Robin with our 3-ring circus in tow, and I got a little perspective. While our children were quietly enjoying their onion rings, mozzarella sticks, and chocolate milk (yes, that’s what I feed my kids at restaurants), at the table in front of me was an 18 month-old whose mom was making a bottle for her. And at the table to my left was a 2 year-old wearing a bib who kept spilling his drink, taking the straw out, and climbing on everyone. It was at that moment that I thought, We’re making it. Are they entirely independent? No. Do I still hear “Hey momma?” more times than I can count in a day? Yes. But here’s where we’re at:
They feed themselves – victory.
I don’t carry diaper bags or extra clothes anymore – victory.
They all buckle themselves – victory.
They’re all potty-trained – extra-large victory.
They sing worship songs in the car, then tell me how they love to sing songs about God – VICTORY!
I need to keep my eye on these victories, and countless others, rather than on what we’ve yet to achieve. I give you all permission to remind me of this next time you hear me complain. 🙂
Thank you Lord for perspective, for reminding me of how far we’ve come when it feels like we’ve got so far to go. Thank you for the perspective that I will miss these children as they are right now. Please refresh my mind with that thought regularly, when I’m frustrated and fed up. We’re getting there. You’re getting us there. Thank you Lord.
Nice perspective. Some of the best victories are the countless small ones.
Beautiful perspective! As Ellie embarks on the toddler stage, you are more than welcome to hang out with me for all the "perspective" you'd like, friend!!! 🙂