I was greeted by my 9 year old son Caleb telling me a long list of things he managed to complete this morning with no help.
Those things being…
1. He got his baby brother up out of bed when he woke up.
2. He changed Reed into new clothing, because he had pee’d through his diaper.
3. He also at that time changed a yellow slimy poo, yes graphic descriptive words needed ;-)
4. He prepped Reed a bottle of milk.
5. Gave him a small bowl of baby approprite cereal.
6. Fixed Taite and Owen pancakes (they were already made, he just had to warm them)
7. Fixed Owen a sippy of milk.
8. Managed to keep everyone quiet and happy, the entire time.
He is 9.
[if your a man stop reading now, or at least skip this next paragraph hah!]
Last night I awoke at 4am with HORRID cramps. I was up for hours trying to soothe the pain though and was unable to sleep until about 6am after taking some medicine and using a heating pad for over an hour. I left a note downstairs for my 9 year old telling him I was very tired and would love his help… and he sure did help.
Travis also got in late from work last night… so both of us were worn out.
I have been told by people before “that is your job, not your son’s.” As if training a child to “HELP and SERVE” was a bad thing.
I believe in being totally transparent with my children. I think to pretend “I GOT THIS” all the time, is a lie and does not teach the child anything about what life really is like. Life isn’t all happy roses and cozy pajamas… there will be times in their life where they truly will be tested in so many ways… and I firmly believe in teaching our children to do these things at a young age only makes them wiser, strong and better servants…. who strive to help others.
Theres a verse in Proverbs 22:6 that says…
“Train up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he will not depart from it.”
I believe this scripture to be true in so many areas… Not just spiritual.
Thankful for my sweet 9 year old. I know I don’t thank him enough… which is why I chose to write this out today… to gently remind myself as I typed, how I should praise him even more for being such a help. He didn’t have to do all those things… but he chose to serve… to give… and to do something selfless.