Tonight I write in order to remind myself how the important stuff is the small stuff. How does the saying go, "Don't sweat the small stuff, and it's all small stuff." And then there's the one that says something about one day you'll realize the small stuff was the important stuff...
Anyway, Today was one of those days... I'm literally exhausted... up at 6 (ish), work, just a few weeks away from our first try at Texas"s newest state exam and trying to cram in any material we haven't gotten to yet, along with sharpening and developing the reading and higher-level thinking skills that are required to even begin to know what math to do for the problem, Math Club after-school which wears me out every-time, and then home with my boys after work... I quickly threw together some Chicken Tortilla Soup, and was thinking I'd serve the boys up theirs and just keep going on all the things I need to accomplish before I shut my eyes tonight.
But, Bryce said, "Aren't you going to sit with us?" (We usually do eat together, but obviously I wasn't in the right frame of mind, and I quickly said, "No, not tonight!", and immediately felt guilty.) So, I changed my pace, and mind and sat down to eat with my three boys. It's funny how once we sit, and start to eat, and we settle down, it is obviously something we've all come to need in our lives. We pray, and we share our "Bests and Worsts" and we laugh, and I fuss at them about their manners, but something good always gets discussed, and I am always so glad the pace slowed enough for us to enjoy our meal together.
Thank you, Lord, for my 12 year old, 8 year old, and 6 year old blessings, the ones who call me mom, and who I take for granted far too often. I am so blessed, and my cup runneth-over. Amen
