As a kid, I always wanted two kids- a boy and a girl. But apparently God had other plans.
I’m sure you’ve seen or heard enough about parenting boys -like their awkward bodily functions and the other “fun” stuff. But they also teach some really cool lessons, especially to their moms, and I learned one this week.
As I prepared for my first mother/son dance, I was super excited. Hair done – check. Nails painted-check. Suit and tie -check. We are ready to hit the dance floor.
But in the midst of this “first dance mode” and doing everything, my kindergartner taught me about accepting help (even when it may not be necessary). For my three-year-old, we’ll just say #workinprogress, but he’s not far behind his brother :o).
“No, I got it,” and “Mommy will do it”(all for that matter) was the response before this post. Then I took a step back, caught my words, and realized what they were doing and what I needed to learn. Accept help even in the simplest form.
I’ve always been independent and took pride it getting the job done without the help of others. However, sometimes this can hinder our progress when we don’t receive the help openly or acknowledge that we even need it.
Our kids constantly see us multitasking. Surely they think we’re crazy so they step in like any other person would. And for boys, it’s even more important they learn the importance of helping and being gentlemen. This is what makes a good husband, father, and friend.
So as we prepare to leave for our mother/son dance, I am looking forward to taking it all in. I remain thankful that I truly have a child that helps when he sees it right in front of him. I am sure as we hit the door, he will more than likely get my keys, open the door, and walk me into the dance… and that’s what it’s all about.
Because the sun always comes out after the rain…