No Crying Over Spilled Milk
I sit here at school studying while my class is laying down to get ready for nap time. I look up and I see that they are all asleep, with peaceful looks on their face. Total opposite of earlier where we had toys everywhere, spilled milk, milk covered hair and faces, and the not wanting to share attitude.
I think about how stressed we (or at least me) can get so quickly over nothing. This morning I was upset because the milk that was splashed all over the room and himself was my son...the one who knows better. I was upset...(the teacher's kid is acting out so he is setting the example)… so after a baby wipe bath and a time out all is good....Until he does it again with juice too! UUGGHHH
Well as I sit here (should be studying) I look out over the room and see them all asleep and so peaceful and I think about how in reality there was no need to get all stressed out over spilled milk. What's that saying? "No use in crying over spilled milk"?
These kids are precious kids but they are simply wound up here close to Christmas. I have to step back and think about what it was like when I was smaller and couldn't wait until school was out for Christmas and to see what Santa brought! To go to church with my mom and be apart of the service that decorated the church so beautifully for Jesus birthday! I have to remind myself that they are only 2 and that its a time of fun for them (not stressful like it is for us parents sometimes)
Psalms 127:3 says "Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward"
A gift, a gift from God. No matter how things go and how crazy I think my kids are acting (home or school) I have to remind myself they are a precious gift that God is trusting me with.
So no matter how many times the milk/juice/water/whatever is spilled, no matter how wild they are, I need to remember that they are a gift...and that they truly are. Now I'm not saying this like they are awful kids or that I don't like them because I do love them, some days are just more wild than others.
I think about how stressed we (or at least me) can get so quickly over nothing. This morning I was upset because the milk that was splashed all over the room and himself was my son...the one who knows better. I was upset...(the teacher's kid is acting out so he is setting the example)… so after a baby wipe bath and a time out all is good....Until he does it again with juice too! UUGGHHH
Well as I sit here (should be studying) I look out over the room and see them all asleep and so peaceful and I think about how in reality there was no need to get all stressed out over spilled milk. What's that saying? "No use in crying over spilled milk"?
These kids are precious kids but they are simply wound up here close to Christmas. I have to step back and think about what it was like when I was smaller and couldn't wait until school was out for Christmas and to see what Santa brought! To go to church with my mom and be apart of the service that decorated the church so beautifully for Jesus birthday! I have to remind myself that they are only 2 and that its a time of fun for them (not stressful like it is for us parents sometimes)
Psalms 127:3 says "Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward"
A gift, a gift from God. No matter how things go and how crazy I think my kids are acting (home or school) I have to remind myself they are a precious gift that God is trusting me with.
So no matter how many times the milk/juice/water/whatever is spilled, no matter how wild they are, I need to remember that they are a gift...and that they truly are. Now I'm not saying this like they are awful kids or that I don't like them because I do love them, some days are just more wild than others.
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