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Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Call me blessed
I'm waiting for the day that my children arise and call me blessed for making them eat healthy food. Right now it sounds more like complaining. Or whining.
Someday my children will arise and call me blessed for homeschooling them. Actually, one has thanked me for her few years of schooling at home and just recently another unexpectantly thanked me for teaching him about adverbs. Baby steps.
I can't wait until my children arise and call me blessed for making them wear a coat when it's cold. The other morning one child left the house in a huff because I made him put on a winter coat, on top of his short sleeve shirt. Looking out the window, I saw him take a few steps into the wind and immediately pull the coat tighter around him and he even pulled his hood over his head. It's kind of like arising and calling me blessed, isn't it?
I think that there will even come a day when they will arise and call me blessed for making them clean their rooms. If opposites attract, then all of my children are going to marry neat freaks. For the sake of marital bliss, I'm certain that they will one day thank me that they know how to keep things clean. At the very least that they know how to placate a neat freak.
For now they just roll their eyes because I keep telling them that someday they will arise and call me blessed.