I would love to say I woke up early today but the truth is I haven’t woken up early in several weeks. I was doing pretty well (for me) and waking up in the morning and going to sleep at a decent time during the first round of Hello Mornings that Jen and I did together. Since then, we have had a break and an unofficial round for Advent and we are gearing up for our next official session starting on the 12th.
I would also love to say that my kids had a nice wholesome homemade breakfast today but that isn’t true either, the oldest is just crawling out of bed and the youngest I haven’t seen yet. He is likely playing a video game or still sleeping.
Now that the oldest is awake she will probably want chicken noodle soup, and by that I mean Lipton Chicken Noodle Soup, which is a packaged soup that needs to be rehydrated or something, no chicken is actually in it, except for flavouring… it’s her favourite along with a grill cheese on rye.
You see, I try to feed my family better, homemade turkey wild-rice soup full of veggies? Check! Do they enjoy it? Check! Would they eat it daily? NOPE! That box of soup always gets pulled back out to feed them, and honestly, I like the stuff too, just not daily. On the upside it’s not ramen on the downside it’s still an overly processed food.
I am not perfect in feeding my kids, and now that they are older I will forget until someone says “I am hungry” and when I ask “what do you want?” they say “I don’t know” and then, suddenly I am missing having a baby in the house who just eats 99% of what I put out. These kids in the double digits can be so picky and well, I am even pickier than they are which makes creating one meal, instead of two or three meals, per sitting difficult at best.
They go back to school next week after what seems to be a rather long Christmas break, yes CHRISTMAS BREAK, not a winter break. We had Christmas concerts centered on Christ and the whole bit before they finished up school for Christmas break. I am going to miss having them around, even though the attitudes and the faux chicken noodle I could do without.
I dread school for them and I wish I was in a position to homeschool them but the three of us living with my parents means “NO!!!” because my parents need the break. Their house, their rules and now that the kids have lived here the whole of their lives they don’t have any intention of moving out, even if I do. This is their home and because they are the age they are and they are normal-for-today kids, I really feel like that’s one decision they should be able to make. Lord knows that they have dealt with more than anyone should have to.
So when I read Jesus saying “Let the little children come to me…” I pray, Father I am doing my best to teach them about you please keep your arms open for these little people who struggle to believe what they cannot see, please wait and let my children come to thee!
And with all His glory and power and might I hear Him tell me I should not worry about tomorrow because not only are all things possible with God, they are promised.
With those words in my mind I know that everything I do in raising my children, so long as it is done through prayer and a heart for the Lord, I can call it done, over with, good enough. I can go to bed and know that whatever the night holds God has this and I can close my eyes and whisper, Thank You Father for helping me finish my day right.