Somedays, it just hits me that I've missed gaining so much wisdom by not fully appreciating the day-to-day hanging out with a three year old. Today is Friday, which by the end of the work week for the employed means a reprieve from work. Patience is usually thinner on Friday, but people are given a break simply because it's Friday.
For me, sometimes Friday signals the end of the week where I'm not rocking it solo wrestling the ball of pure energy (sprinkled with a dash of sass, and on this Friday, attitude.) I'm a little short with her because of the attitude, but here's the kicker, she's short with me too. She's a bit tired, ready for mommy to be here with "a T-shirt" because the t-shirt signals home for the day/weekend for the munchkin. Then, just when I'm at the "you're going to have an early nap!" moment, she pulls out the extended grace. I'm asked, "Can you help me with the bwocks? I want to build a swimmy-pool castle with you." I might have been suckered in, but really, the next block of time spent was more positive and loving than expected. So suckered in? I think not.
Grace. Not giving you what you deserve. I probably deserve a melt-down for not showing my usual kindness. Yet, there she is with her humidity adjusted hair, sitting in the floor with her blocks. Thanks munchkin. Even though you're too young to understand the words, your gift to me will now be extended back to you, your mother, and any other soul I come into contact with today.
I need to pay more attention. The Lord (and my wife) gave me three+ years spending time with this magnificent creation; and sometimes I just don't see what's in front of my face.