sometimes i see glimpses into what is happening in my children's hearts and it is so worth all the times that i feel like i'm pouring my life into these beings that i'm getting NO WHERE with.
last night i was cooking up some quesadillas for the boys and tucker was slithering all over the counter like a snake. i told him to get off of the counter one too many times and the next thing we know, CRASH. he breaks a glass vase full of easter grass and easter eggs.
he immediately started crying and apologizing and then began to agonize over the fact that he was going to have to give me "MORE dollars!" because of his disobedience that resulted in breaking something. i let him agonize a little bit because i needed a breather as to not yell at him.
in the meantime, the grey bear comes to me and whispers, "mommy, please just make tucker pay for half and i'll pay the other half."
that's it. he's got it. the tears welled up and i couldn't help but grab that boy and squeeze him to death.
then i grabbed that tucker man and squeezed him to death as well.
i know i'm not the one who brings about any good in my children but it sure is refreshing amongst the arguing and the disobedience and the discipline to see what's really in those little hearts of theirs.