Kids are awesome. They are creative, innocent, loving, and cuddly…but sometimes even the sweetest kids break things. Finding grace in motherhood isn’t always the simplest task. Let me share some of my “finding grace” experiences with you…
When the Kids Break Your Plates & Your Heart
My kiddos woke up this morning, played in their rooms for a while, then came downstairs demanding that I feed them. Typical, right? 😉 I fixed up some scrambled eggs and toast for them and a fried egg and veggie sandwich for myself. They gobbled theirs down before I had the chance to pull my egg off the stove. I am just happy that it went in their bellies instead of the floor.
My sandwich went onto one of my beautiful Pioneer Woman plates and I finished cleaning up the kitchen. Just before I could grab a bite, my sweet and energetic 7 year old son comes barreling through my kitchen like a bull in a china shop. His shoulder hit the plate as he was rounding the corner. My heart shattered right along with my beloved plate.
My initial response was to curl up and cry right there in the middle of the unswept kitchen floor. However, my pride went into override mode as it kicked the crying instinct out and I wanted to yell instead. I calmed that down before messing up and breaking his little spirit and I asked him to go to the living room so I could calm down and clean up the mess. Finding grace was pushed to the back burner for a little while.
I was still heartbroken and, honestly, pretty livid, but I didn’t want him to see that. Just as I was mumbling to myself that my kids have no respect or value for other people’s possessions this little guy turned around and proved me wrong.
My Finding Grace Moment
About 5 minutes after the incident he came back to me with the entire contents of his piggy bank. He told me that he wanted me to have some brand new plates and that he wanted to pay for them. He has been saving that money for months to buy a new Lego set, but he chose to take responsibility for his actions and replace what he had broken. Bless his little heart.
Most days I feel like I am failing on the parenting spectrum (don’t we all?), but somewhere in his short little life he has learned to own up to his mistakes, do more than just say sorry, and ensure that others are taken care of.
My plate is still in little pieces, but my heart is whole again :).
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