Monday, January 23, 2012
Dear Mom in the check-out lane,
I want to give you a box of chocolates. I want to sing your praises in front of these strangers.
I'm sure you've already learned this, but it's so easy to be hard and hard to be easy. I shamefully admit, my default mode is harsh. It just is. A snappy comment here, a quick retort there- I embarrass myself daily with the way I act with my children sometimes. Why can't my default be kinder? Easier? Is it any wonder I hear them treat each other with harsh words as well?
Humbling myself before my children is slowly becoming more of a habit. Working through our heart issues and loving each other well -- this is what I pray becomes the language of our home.
So, Mom in Wal-Mart, I high-five you, girl. This is hard work. This is the greatest role you will every play in the great drama of life. Don't give up now.
at 4:14 PM