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Sometimes I get overwhelmed with the physical caretaking part of my job, but the spiritual part; oh man, that's quite the task. I want all my kids to have a firm testimony of the gospel, to know Jesus loves them, and to learn to do what's right. Daunting to say the least.
Sometimes they surprise me. Sometimes my kids teach me.
About a week ago my kids arrived at the bus stop to find a boy crying. Isaac went over and put his arm around the boy and asked what was wrong. He told him he was freezing and only had a thin jacket. Without a second thought, Isaac shed his coat and put it on his friend. "I have a hoodie on" he told him. "This will keep you warm".
Yesterday, same Isaac, new story.
Background: Isaac has a kid in his class who is different. And by different I mean weird. Says and does things that are strange and not age appropriate. Emotional outbursts, dramatic accusations of things that didn't happen, just weird behavior. Let's call him Mike.
"Mom, I'm starting to like playing soccer and basketball. I play them at recess with Mike"
"Isaac, isn't he a little... different?"
"So, I like him"
Who's the teacher here anyway?
What a great kid- and not to mention cutest ever!
Seriously awesome. You must be doing something right! This is why I still have hope in the next generation!
I LOVE this and I LOVE how we can learn from our own kids every day.