I am learning to allow my kids to love me, even if it is messy. Loving isn't just hugs and kisses. Love is hot chocolate even when your diet forbids it. Love is allowing them to help with laundry even if their idea of folding is rolling shirts up. Love is them offering to mop because they see you're tired and take it upon themselves to add dish washing liquid so the solution smells better. Love is teaching and then allowing them to serve. So, seeing them put into action what's coming from their hearts should not be met with disappointment, but encouragement....even when they "clean" the drawers you organized just the day before.
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