We arrived, we aren’t late, we aren’t early – we are here. I rejoice! It isn’t like this is a big deal, we have arrived at the YMCA for swim lessons yet it is in itself an accomplishment that we have made it. The baby still doesn’t have socks on (I believe we have some in the diaper bag, OK I prayed we had some in the diaper bag as we walked out the door); the oldest combed her own hair and well I probably should’ve gone back over it; as we are walking into the Y with three bags I realize the middle child has breakfast left on his face.
YET we had arrived!
I am sure that each morning I hope for more; but I am not sure that is possible. Some people have children that are seemingly perfect in dress and in general “put-to-gether-ness” not me. Some days are much better than others and my diaper bag is probably stuffed with more things then yours (as I am often that parent who other’s borrow from); yet in general we are far from perfect. But it is the little things that our children will remember. The time I spent with them playing instead of matching socks. The countless time I put face paint on them just for fun – they won’t remember the days afterwards when the said face paint didn’t come out and they went around with purple eyebrows or green chins. Hopefully they won’t remember us a chaotic but instead fun.
Some days I look at other parents who seemingly have it “all together” and wish to be them. But other days I am glad that we are just us. We are masters at getting ourselves together enough to be presented in the world and have fun. We may not all have socks on but we do have our feet covered and we are ready. We enjoy each other’s company and most importantly we have a relationship with God. Our children know God and I bet understand God to be a pretty unorganized ;) after all the pictures of creation pretty much show the chaos that transformed into creation…
Life doesn’t fit into neat boxes or squares and neither does God. God isn’t a one size fits all relationship – in fact Jesus enter relationship with his disciples differently. He accept them just as they were and just where they were at. Children have a remarkable sense of God and spiritual understanding they know the true limitlessness of God. Jesus often said “let the children come” or “enter as a child” because children have a perspective on the world that we are adults have mostly lost.
Yes, some might see our rushed walk into the YMCA with barely together children as a sign of how dysfunctional our family can be…however I see the story behind our rush in. I know that we played instead of making our beds; I know we eat breakfast together and read about Joseph that morning, I know we, excited about swim lessons, took too long picking out our bathing suit and I know that we couldn’t find swim diapers. But most importantly I know that God doesn’t care if we go to the YMCA disheveled; or church for that matter. God doesn’t care because we are in relationship with the Creator. We are living our lives not for others but for God. We are striving to teach our children to do right by following Jesus and living into the life God has called us to. We are encouraging our children to have grateful hearts and giving lives. We are hopeful that they won’t care if they don’t have the latest fades but instead satisfied for the blessing of God in our lives.