There is something in the heart of all of us that cries out to belong. We want to be known, to be loved, cared for, pursued, protected, nurtured. I want this…my children want this…
Tonight we sat in a restaurant (which doesn’t happen very often these days). The kids were thrilled! I noticed watchful eyes studying us…I sometimes wonder what they think.
Are they watching and wondering if we run a daycare, a camp, if we coach a sports team or provide foster care? Or that ever present question, “Are they ALL yours?”
The kids were great. Good manners. Voices at the right volume for a restaurant. My four year old did well. He attempted to play drums on his plate a few times. When I intervened he responded with a smile and some of his own beat-box style rhythms. At one point he bit into a creamer that splattered across both our faces. I erupted in laughter at the shock of it. Quickly regaining my composure, I wiped us both up. Minor. The cranberry juice my eleven year old spilled was a little bigger mess. Also easily cleaned up. Easily fixed.
My husband and looked at each other and laughed. “Always an adventure!” he said. I shook my head, with a smile and said, “Hey, that’s not too bad….” We realized that those incidents were minor with 9 of us at a small table. We could have gotten mad, or made the time miserable…but instead we rolled with it! I was proud of how everyone conducted themselves.
We are blessed to be surrounded by our children. Blessed to be watched by others. As we were leaving a sweet lady said, “You have such a beautiful family!” I am thankful. They are beautiful. They are loved.