Another reflection from my sister about the challenges and joys are parenting children of our own and being children of God. A great read!
Michael and I were sitting on the couch having a conversation. All the kids were home. And we were having a conversation. Zachary was in the room with us. All of a sudden we heard from downstairs,
“Moooooooooooooom!!!!!! Someone clogged the toilet with SOOOOOO MUCH toilet paper!!”
Zachary stopped what he was doing, looked intently at both of us (somehow), and confessed,
“It was me……..accidentally” (which is an incredibly overused word in our home).
You know that feeling when you find an unexpected $5….nay, a $20 bill in your old coat pocket? This was exactly like that.
Michael and I locked eyes. Michael’s voice lifted an octave, “Zachary!! Did you wipe your own bottom????!??!?!?!?”
“Yes…” he replied tentatively.
“That is awesome!!!!” we both replied, holding hands and skipping. Fairy dust fluttered through the air. Angelic music and confetti filled the room simultaneously. I remember trumpets. I’m not sure that…
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