Last weekend I was sick. On the third day I thought maybe it was the flu, but I made a quick recovery when I got extra sleep, so I don't know what I had. There's never a good time to be sick, but I grieve that it should've been a fun weekend for the kids (they were out of school on Friday!) and yet, they took care of themselves for most of two days and ate quite a bit of frozen food. They were great, used their imagination (set up a doll hospital downstairs), and took the initiative to help with a few meals when I really just couldn't get up.
It always catches me off guard when my kids step up and do more than I expect. It shouldn't, but it does. I mean, the whole idea of parenting is to parent for the future, for the long haul. Parenting isn't a sprint, it's a marathon, and I've been running it for over 21 years. When my kids show what they've learned, whether it be an attitude or an action, it's like a little pat on the back from God for me to just keep going.
Of course, I felt sorry for myself first. Of course, I doubted God's timing on the weekend to be sick. But of course, He is God, and He is able. And we all survived!
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