Perspective

I've been feeling down a little bit lately. Frustrated. I suspect some of it has to do with all the emotions rolling around in me as I await the start of preschool tomorrow. There are a lot of changes coming up and I feel alternately excited, sad, overwhelmed, proud, just plain weepy. I don't know if that's all it is. I find myself getting flustered with the kids, more frazzled than usual when I have to deal with competing voices and frequent interruptions and slightly (oh so slightly) whiny voices. The other night I was venting to Garrett and he made a good point.

My kids are reading.

My kids are riding two wheelers (Abigail just mastered hers a few days ago!).

My kids are memorizing scripture and as I write this Gabriel is singing "You're altogether lovely, altogether worthy, altogether wonderful to me!"

And they're only four.

My first thought was well, that's just because they can. They do those things because they can. But then I also got his point that, I suppose, part of why they can is because I've helped them along the way. Helped them reach some of these milestones. Though I don't feel all that accomplished sometimes, I do agree that I have darn capable kids.

I guess getting a little perspective was helpful. God sure gave me some amazing little people to join in this journey, daunting though it is.