Today was one of those moments when I heard God whisper the blessing of NOTHING in my ear. It was 3:25 p.m. after a long day of teaching. He slowly walked through the door to my classroom crying; this tiny six-year-old boy of mine. He had a long, exhausting day too.
Can I be honest? I was immediately frustrated with his tears. All I wanted to do was to finish my grading so we could make the 30-minute commute home. After all dinner and laundry were still waiting for me as well! I didn’t want to be Mom yet. I was still in the “teacher mode” when he arrived so this was not the situation I was hoping for this late fall afternoon.