It just so happens that this is the blessed hour when Sesame Street is on. And what childhood is truly complete without Sesame Street? As a former preschool teacher and a lover of God who strives to be freed from the bonds of the law, this has been a process of dying to an idol for me. The idol of being the mom who is so good at entertaining her kids that TV is a completely unneccessary item. But, it is necessary to make life work in our tiny home and it keeps the peace. Which, pleases the God I love so much more than a grumpy momma doing an art project with a wiggly three-year-old (who, let's face it, would much rather be watching TV) and a crying infant.
Today, after laying Ethan down, I walked into Emory's room and announced, "Sesame Street is on!" "Can I have popcorn?" Emory asked. It just so happens that I bought a box on Monday! "Yes, we still have some left." And just because I can't let a teaching moment just sit there unattended I added, "Do you know how many bags I bought? I bought 10. You had one on Monday, so there are 9 left. That's a lot! You're going to get to have popcorn for lots of days." To which my babe replied, "That's great, Mom. You're awesome at that."
Thanks kid. I aim to please.