what's better?

Seriously, Macy Grace is at such a fun age. I love it. Of course, she can be onry and there are times that I get frustrated, I'm not perfect. Although those times, truly are few and far between.

Tonight was a good night.
She made a mess by tearing up paper and placing it all over the house, got into the cabinets and just generally did things that a 14 month old does.
Until it was time to go to bed.
I said, Macy Grace, it's bed time, you need to pick up your mess. Please go pick up the paper and bring it to Mommy.
And she did.
Again.
And again.
And again.
And her toys.
And the cups.
And almost everything she had dragged out. She didn't pick it all up but most things she did. That just makes me so happy. She is able to learn and follow directions. It's amazing.
So, now it's bedtime.
I say, Macy Grace, let's get your milk and go change into your jammies.
So we did and she walks straight to her room to change. We change and read a book. I gave her the choice to finish her milk or go brush her teeth, she gave me her milk and walked to the bathroom.
I sit her on the toliet seat lid to brush her teeth so she walks in and trys to put the lid down, I put her up there and we brush her teeth. She LOVES to brush her teeth. Actually, earlier tonight she was saying something to me and I was having a difficult time understanding her. I thought she said drink, juice. So, I went looking for her cup and she walked to the bathroom and tried to get on the toliet, she was trying to say teeth, as it brush her teeth!
How cute.
Okay, back to my story.
So, we brush her teeth and we go back to her room and pray.
When I'm done, she says, UuuuMEN.
It's heart melting.
I lay her down, give her pup pup and pig pig and tell her how much I love her and it sounds like she is saying Mindy while smiling ear to ear.
I say, No, Mommy.
She says Mooooooommy. (She likes to hold out her vowels!)
I say yes, Mommy.
She smiles.
I blow her a kiss.
She catches it.
She says, Ni ni.
I walk out nearly in tears over how wonderful it is to be a mom.

best friends - from a mom

This post has been processing mentally inside of me for several days, maybe even weeks. I have been a parenting critic for several years. I would say ever since my teen years when I watched friends stray from the Lord and the guidance of their parents. I never understood it. We were raised the same way, under the same principles and morals. And yet so many went astray from God and His ways. And through some observation it dawned on me - parenting. It stems from good parenting and bad parenting. As I was pregnant, I prayed for wisdom on how to raise my children. I needed it. I want to allow God to use me to produce individuals with fire and excitement to follow Him. And I have viewed christian parents allow their children to do the most unchristian things and allow them to participate in activities christians should have no part in. And I've never understood it. Why? Why, do they allow this? And I decided that I would pray to the good Lord and beg Him not to allow me to loose my perspective.

Then at 3am after I feed Macy Grace and sat there in the darkness dimly lit by a lamp and I stared down at her precious features just sleeping, I started thinking. I want the best for her. I love her. I love her more then words can describe. She is my pride and joy. I want her to experience life and love life and enjoy life. And before I knew it, with tears in my eyes, I was uttering, I want to be your best friend. I'll always be here for you Macy Grace and I love you and I kissed her. Then I had to stop and pray. I was reminded of my promise to the Lord. I'm her parent. I'm not here to be her best friend, I'm here to parent her. And if in the process of parenting, God allows us to form a friendship and we can be best friends, then that's the icing on the cake, but not the cake. That might sound harsh, but it's not harsh at all. I want to be her best friend but not the risk of losing my daughter to achieve that friendship.
What do I mean? I will not always make her happy, that's not my purpose. She will not always like me. And I need to be okay with that. There will be times that I will fight against her, and in doing so, I'm actually fighting for her. I will do my dead level best to keep her from the evil snares of the devil and that might mean breaking her heart a time or two to teach her a lesson. But if I don't, she'll break mine.
I pray that Lord will keep these thoughts in front of me and I can be a good parent. But not just a good parent, but a godly parent, because I don't want just a good Macy Grace, but a godly Macy Grace. This is my purpose. In the end, if we can still be best friends, then I acknowledge that is only because of God's goodness to us.