My youngest child, Nikita, approached me the other day while I was doing laundry in the mud room with a "gift". He said to me, "Momma, can I tell you something in secret? I have something to give you…” as he stretched out his arm to hand me his superhero spandex boxers.
"Sure sweetie, what would you like to tell momma?" I answered without missing a beat of loading the washer.
"No momma, come here, bend over, so I can whisper it to you."
Of course, eyeing the underwear, I was already suspicious of what this secret was all about. I asked without bending over, "do you have a little pottie to give me?"
"No,” he said, "come here so I can tell you my secret.”
I smiled thinking to myself, 'Hhmm, how's he going to frame this one? He's so creative!' I leaned over in his ear, but before he could say anything, I turned my head into his ear and I whispered, "Did you think you had a little 'pootie' to make, but instead got a little 'pottie'?
He looked at me with an ear to ear grin and nodded a big yes!
"Oohh, what a lovely gift for momma, and just in time for the washer!"
I opened my surprise gift and saw the pottie as he ran off delighted, somehow believing he got away with doing the pottie in his undies; and he was right!
I couldn't resist laughing at how his little mind thought up this imaginative way of presenting me with this lovely little surprise - after all, he IS seven and a half years old!
And then I heard from Abba as I rinsed out the poop and placed them with the rest of the laundry I was working on...
"Isn't it just like you as his mother to delight in his ‘true’ mess, receive it as a gift, let him enjoy his little game, and take care of it for him without another mention of it?"
Yeah, it is, he was afraid of getting in trouble for pooping in his pants, even though it was "technically" a mistake, but who could blame him?
"Yes Deborah and who could blame you? Isn't that interesting… and you think I am anything less than that with you? I outdo that by an infinite quantity of love for you. I sing over you in ALL your messes no matter how they come to be. Receive My love and run and play as did your little Nikita. Make no more mention of your faults or sin, I AM."
"The Lord your God is in your midst, A victorious warrior. He will exult over you with joy, He will be quiet in His love, He will rejoice over you with singing!"
Zephaniah 3:17
What a joy to do laundry that day and all the rest of the household chores. I found myself humming along with Him. It was a great day.
"Sure sweetie, what would you like to tell momma?" I answered without missing a beat of loading the washer.
"No momma, come here, bend over, so I can whisper it to you."
Of course, eyeing the underwear, I was already suspicious of what this secret was all about. I asked without bending over, "do you have a little pottie to give me?"
"No,” he said, "come here so I can tell you my secret.”
I smiled thinking to myself, 'Hhmm, how's he going to frame this one? He's so creative!' I leaned over in his ear, but before he could say anything, I turned my head into his ear and I whispered, "Did you think you had a little 'pootie' to make, but instead got a little 'pottie'?
He looked at me with an ear to ear grin and nodded a big yes!
"Oohh, what a lovely gift for momma, and just in time for the washer!"
I opened my surprise gift and saw the pottie as he ran off delighted, somehow believing he got away with doing the pottie in his undies; and he was right!
I couldn't resist laughing at how his little mind thought up this imaginative way of presenting me with this lovely little surprise - after all, he IS seven and a half years old!
And then I heard from Abba as I rinsed out the poop and placed them with the rest of the laundry I was working on...
"Isn't it just like you as his mother to delight in his ‘true’ mess, receive it as a gift, let him enjoy his little game, and take care of it for him without another mention of it?"
Yeah, it is, he was afraid of getting in trouble for pooping in his pants, even though it was "technically" a mistake, but who could blame him?
"Yes Deborah and who could blame you? Isn't that interesting… and you think I am anything less than that with you? I outdo that by an infinite quantity of love for you. I sing over you in ALL your messes no matter how they come to be. Receive My love and run and play as did your little Nikita. Make no more mention of your faults or sin, I AM."
"The Lord your God is in your midst, A victorious warrior. He will exult over you with joy, He will be quiet in His love, He will rejoice over you with singing!"
Zephaniah 3:17
What a joy to do laundry that day and all the rest of the household chores. I found myself humming along with Him. It was a great day.
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