It has occurred to me that I no longer have a baby. Not even close. One of my sweet friends just had her third baby, a girl after two boys. When I held that tiny girl I fought back the ugly cry. There is something magical in a newborn. I had the moment of realization that we are securely past this stage. These children are growing up. Fast. My once intentional and occasionally successful attempts to "train" them in the way they should go and write His words in their hearts...I am counting down now -what's left to teach because I am seeing the light of the "setting them free" train coming around the corner.
I still want flash cards- I want charts and smiley faces and "good job" stickers. Let me keep training!! I am NOT finished. Now that I have some lessons so desperately needed to be taught, I have a very distracted audience that doesn't respond to my cute techniques. I knew this would be the tricky part.
