In their speeches on parenting my parents often tell this story that happened a while back one week when they were at church in Dingle, Idaho (the place where we attend church when we're up at Bear Lake over the summer):
In Sunday School some visitor from out of town kept bragging about his kids and all the wonderful things they were doing. He went on and on....and on.
Until finally one annoyed, humble farmer raised his hand and said to him: "Well, God sure must not have thought much of you to send you all those perfect kids!"
As a follow-up to that last post, I have to say that sometimes I feel like that braggart visitor...and that man alive, either I sure lucked out with my kids, or God sure must not have thought I could handle the tough ones.
But I also hope to keep it real on this blog. I hope that it comes across that even though I like to celebrate what I love about my children, we have our issues.
Lots of them.
And I know they're still young...life is long...we have a whole bunch of room for some serious problems in the future.
How I hope Dave and I can be deliberate enough in our parenting that we can be on the offense rather than the defense. How I pray that we can know them well enough to help divert our family from some serious problems in the future.
But for now I'm cherishing that they love each other so well. That they generally look out for each other and get that twinkle of love in their eye for each other on a regular basis. Sure, they argue and they tease. But we work hard on taking care of each other.
Because we are a family. And I believe that this family of ours can be together forever if we fight to take care of each other and honor each other as we should.
How lucky we are that God gave us families.
And that we have the opportunity to learn from each other and the unique trials and hiccups that come along the way.