One eye on a clock that I’ve been assured actually displays the correct time, one eye on the computer screen, I type the above. I’m not asking the one year old for his input. Mostly because he needs his diaper changed and I think that my chances of not having to do it are better if I stay away.
I really, really want to have some sort of message in this post. One that’s a bit more profound than, “Life is Messy. The blessings God bestows with children come wrapped in a thick layer of pee and mud.”
I re-read what’s on the screen.
And then I see it.
With the exception of The Jude (which should be the motto of my life), all my kids’ stories involved battles between good and evil. Whether was princesses vs. giants, historical truth vs. sloppy research, or cars vs. bad guys, each impromptu story revealed an aspect of the spiritual reality of our lives. There will be giants. Sometimes they will kidnap us. Truth is important in the narrative of our souls, and people will stop listening to us if it’s absent. There will be bad guys who can be defeated only through the Light.
I’m all giddy with this realization. My children are spiritual geniuses! My post has a message!
I skim back over Ken’s contribution. The time change. The time change!
I’m late for class. There’s no time to include a picture in this post, and the absence will bother me all day. I look to see if the kids’ lessons have any message for my particular situation right now.
Done and done.
Go crazy! And scream!