Every once in a blue moon, something happens to remind me that this parenting thing is no joke, and that maybe just maybe, McDaddy and I are doing something right.
Seeing as how I’ve had a kid to fall into a cactus, a kid to swallow a penny, and a kid to inject himself (on purpose, mind you!) with his EpiPen, I’ll take all the encouragement I can get.
Today, the boys and I went shopping with my aunt and my cousin’s son, Nick. We sat out to purchase a recliner for my granny. Now my granny would for sure want me to tell you that SHE actually paid for the recliner, but my aunt and I were the ones who would be picking it up and wollering it (yes, I saw wollering!) into her house.
I would love to show you a picture of my granny, because she is fun and loud.
And as an added bonus, she’s crazy as a loon.
Anyway, while we were in the store, Stevie and Alex asked to look around in the toy department. Within minutes, Stevie was asking for two matchbox cars and Alex was asking for a package of five cars. (These two can play with cars for hours!) After explaining that we did not come there to buy toys, they both asked if I would buy the cars, as long as they paid me back when we returned home. I agreed and we proceeded to the register.
After paying for the items in my cart – and their toys – I put the few items on the counter that I was picking up for my granny. I was paying attention to the cashier to insure I wasn’t be overcharged for items and I heard the boys talking about their cars.
After I made the transaction and headed toward the door, Stevie looked up at me with his big brown eyes, and he said, “Mom, I gave one of my cars to Nick. I’m still going to pay you for it.” He continued, “I wasn’t sure about it at first, but I felt like the Lord was telling me to give it to him.”
My heart swelled up with pride and thankfulness, and I was one happy mama.
When we arrived home, I told McDaddy about the incident. I had already decided that I wouldn’t charge Stevie for either of the cars, to show him that when we do things for others, we are always blessed by it. McDaddy suggested that we go ahead and allow Stevie to pay for both cars because then he would understand the sacrifice in doing good for others.
Just hearing my sweet boy utter the words, “I felt like the Lord was telling me to give it to him” made me smile all day long. It also made me want to look for ways to bless people.
I fall short in the “helping others” department much of the time.
While we were away, some friends of ours from our church came over to check on our house and cars after the BIG HAIRY STORM of 2012. We did not ask them to come, and we did not expect them to come. Still, they came.
Another time we were out of town, this same couple came over and cut our grass. It was months before we ever learned who did it.
As a stay-at-home-mom (who rarely stays at home), this is the kind of thing I need to be doing more of. You know, letting my life speak”.
As my mama used to say, “You never go wrong by doing right”.
This post is linked to Works For Me Wednesday.