The miracle of being a parent is that, in spite of the fact that our children may give us a hard time going to bed, or may throw convulsive fits because we tuck them in the wrong way, we are still eager to see their little faces in the morning.
Husband took the boys to school this morning and I was at a training all day followed by class this evening (so he picked them up and fed them, too). I got in my car to drive home, completely exhausted, and found that I was excited to get home and tuck my little angels in to sleep. Of course, as is often the case in parental-land, I got home to find one of the said angels confined to his room and in bed early for being mouthy and disrespectful to his dad (I hate to name names, but I know you're going to think it's Connor, so I just have to clear him and say that, no - it was Kirby). Disappointed, I went upstairs to tuck him in. When, shortly afterward, I tucked Connor in, I was met with protests over the style of tucking-in that I was using. I was giving a tummy rub when he really wanted a back rub. I brought the sheet up to his chin too early (excuse me - but that's the way he usually likes it!). Refusing to be prey to his control issues, I said good night and walked out, which resulted in screaming and crying for about 10 minutes (and no - I did not go back up. I stuck to my guns, thank you very much).
Isn't it a miracle that, in spite of all that, I've already been into their room to peer at their sweet little sleeping faces? I'm even excited to see them tomorrow morning. I guess it's God's way of making sure we don't take the little guys for granted!
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