How is your Fruit?

It had been one of those days.  One of those very loud…very demanding… very long days.  Teething, noses running like faucets, and toys flying everywhere (literally) that had just been put away ever so neatly.
  My husband finally made it home and handed me the print out I had asked him to bring home for me.  I was so excited to get started on it.  Arrow learned her days of creation so fast I was ready to put up something else for that little sponge to soak up! Next for her to learn and memorize, the fruits of the Spirit!
As my husband started to prepare super (yes, my husband comes home after work and quite frequently cooks us super. I am beyond blessed, especially on days like these) I am standing at the table cutting out the pictures of the fruits and Piper is standing at the baby gate screaming because we are in the kitchen without her, I mean, how dare we be in there and not be feeding her!?  We have a tiny kitchen and it’s already crowded with my husband and I, a big table, and either the dishwasher, stove, or refrigerator door open at some point.  So here comes Arrow trying to come in and I tell her no, not right now, go play.  THUMP, THUMP, THUMP! That was the sound of my 2 year old deciding that she would protest by kicking in the door instead of going to play.  That’s when I lost it…..flinging the scissors down on the table I turned to open that door and deal with the situation.  My husband (for the safety of the still screaming little one) took the baby up for a nap.
  After the house had been quiet for a few minutes and I regained my composure, I returned to the table to pick up my scissors and the fruits I was cutting out.  Hmm that’s funny, the one I was working on that I messed up while having my freak out moment, was patience.  Now isn’t that ironic?  Here I am trying to make a cute little project to teach my little girl the fruits of the Spirit and I acted out the way I did!  What kind of example did I teach her just then?  It certainly wasn’t patience.  How can I expect to use her little fruit tree to teach her to act a certain way when I myself, the grown up, act without self-control? Looks like she’s not the only one who can benefit from this lesson.  🙂  Isn’t it amazing how when we teach, we ourselves tend to be the ones being taught?
  I have a feeling that there are a lot more moments like this coming my way, and I can’t wait.  I love the scriptures and lessons being put up all over my walls to be reminders of how not only my children should live, but of how I should live as well.
  So here’s to all my Mommy pals out there on those tougher than normal days.  May your coffee be stronger than your toddlers and may your fruits be ripe and ready for use! 🙂
Galations 5:22-23, 25
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.  25 If we live by the Spirit, let us also keep in step with the Spirit.


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