The Horse

So, mornings are hard. For a variety of reasons most of which are familar to you...the physical act of getting out of bed, convincing your children that it is time to get out of bed, convincing your husband to get out of bed, remembering the myriad of items that must be taken, etc etc. Most that know me, know that I work outside of the home so my kiddos go to preschool. This simple fact of getting them ready, out the door and delievered is sometimes frustrating, many times excruciating as the knowledge that you are leaving them for the day hits. Now, God has given me a spirit of contentment in my job and I actually like it, but that doesn't turn the mommy feelings off. Some mornings are better than others, but on this particular morning I was having a particularly rough time leaving both Laura and Lane. I turned the corner and I saw the 2 year old room's most recent art project. A horse, simple I know but you would have to see it-it was made out a child's handprint turned upside down. I burst out in laughter. God gave me this simple moment of grace. I thought to myself, now I would have NEVER thought to turn a handprint into a horse. A turkey maybe, but never a horse.
In this season of life, my children are learning so much and I get a small sliver of thier day. It has come to my attention that this is the most important sliver of thier day. From me they learn character, right, wrong, who God is, how to pray, brush their hair, teeth, dress, make cookies, and generally about life. Just because I am away from them x hours a day does not dismiss this responsibility.
So I am OK with not knowing how to make a horse out of a handprint and really OK that they get that creativity from somewhere as long as I don't fail at teaching them life.