a note that made me cry

I may or may not have thrown a little hissy fit during left-over night about it taking forever to make everyone's plates.  "Do you want spaghetti or pizza?  Red or white sauce?  Cheese or Pepperoni?  Peas?  Green beans?  Rice?"  Geez, it can take 5 years, I swear! 

I may or may not have made the statement "the new rule in this house is when you turn 8 years old you make your own dinner plate!"

I may or may not have said under my breath something along the lines of "I never get to eat, because by the time I get the last kid's plate made the first one is ready for seconds!"

Either way, at lunch the next day I came out of my bedroom (from walking) to a family who had all made their own sandwiches for lunch, and had even made mine, with this note sitting next to it.  Lincoln told me they told him exactly what to write...

"We appreciate you making our food every single day and every single meal.  Enjoy your sandwich!  We love you!"

 

I may or may not have then cried tears of regret, happiness, and thankfulness.

Kids, I'm sorry for snapping at you.  I am not perfect and I need to try harder to appreciate these years.  I was so happy you made my sandwich (and your own!), and I am thankful to my kids for forgiving my snide comments and loving me anyway.  I am most of all thankful to Jesus Christ for showing me Grace each and every day along this parenting journey.