I had to run up to Walmart this morning with all the kids. We’re going to a benefit for a friend this evening, so hubby needed to stay home and sleep and couldn’t go with us. It’s never an easy task on my own, and I rarely look forward to it.
While in Walmart, I had several compliments on how well behaved my children were. As we were driving home, we decided to stop at a few more stores, just to avoid being trapped in our house on a gorgeous day.
Every single store we stopped at, someone went out of their way to tell me how good my kids were.
And, you know what? They’re right. I know I complain (probably too much) about the whining, the fighting, and the terrible 2s, 4s, and 5s, but when we’re out somewhere, my kids know to behave. They stick close to me, don’t touch things, and obey the entire time.
I am so blessed. God has given me some amazing children, and I’m thankful for each one of them. Gene and I were talking last night about how we were supposed to be done having kids after Jace was born. I’m so glad that we were *wrong* and that God continued to bless us two more times!
I have much to be grateful for. God is so, so good.