with muddy hands he says, for you mommy.
Yellow buttercups
sawed by hand with his knife, jagged edges.
I tell him to leave the flowers be.
He walks away, downhearted.
Ouch, my heart hurts.
Did I really just push him away
after he did this for me?
Oh I have much to learn, still so far to go.
I pause from washing dishes,
dry hands on jeans and I find him.
I kneel, stare at his blue eyes and say I'm sorry.
Flowers in hand, I thank him with words and hugs.
We search together for a home to place this gift,
and find a lone pitcher.
I add water and let him place them one by one inside.
Oh Father thank you for not leaving me here, in my mistakes.
Continue to perfect this work
that you began in me
until the coming of Your Son,
Christ Jesus! (Phil 1:6)
Oh Father thank you for not leaving me here, in my mistakes.
ReplyDeleteamen and amen.
beautifully written.
Oh this made me tear up. How many times have I realized my inattentivness or carelessness has stung my child. I pray every day that God will protect my boys...not only from the world but from me and my mistakes. Especially from me & my mistakes.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteI have to catch myself
too. So often we forget
that a child's way of
learning, sharing, are
usually messy. Glad
you found a pitcher!
:D
Wow, this is a beautiful picture of growth as a mommy. I am so with you, and am so grateful for my children's forgiveness.
ReplyDeleteamen! and, nice countertop.
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