There are times that we might be frustrated by our ineffectiveness as parents. This week Austin bit a friend, used the word “crap”, continued his occasionally bossy ways, did not always share well with his friends and could not keep his voice at a reasonable volume while indoors (AT ALL). Despite all of our efforts to the contrary, he still needs prompting to do what we perceive as the right thing, at the right time, in the right way.
But when his sister was crying at the dinner table and refusing to eat her meal yesterday, it was Austin who softly asked his father , “Can I try to feed her, please, Daddy?”
Sure, there is always more work to be done. But in moments like these we take heart at how privileged we are to call these children our own.