Christmas In July
The Princess’s favorite game is “Let’s See How Loud I Can Huff At EVERY. THING. My Brother Says.” I stopped counting her decibel levels a year ago.
The Hero and I have been trying really hard to maintain our patience and remind them that continuing to drive their parents crazy will only end up with all of us in the loony bin. But I hear the loony bin cooks for you three meals a day AND does the laundry. And “NO”, I have no googled loony bins in our area. Maybe tomorrow.
So tonight when they had been together less than thirty minutes and their were both ready to play their individual games with one another, I called a time out. I set them both down together and announced that if they really were serious about wanting a brother and/or a sister to come home and live with us from Ethiopia, then they were going to have to get along. We just couldn’t bring another person into our family if they were not going to be nice to the family members we already have because that wouldn’t be fair to anyone. I asked them both to pray over dinner and ask God to help them know and love their sibling here and their sibling(s) to come, so that we could be the family God wants us to be.
Guys…I cannot make this stuff up. They both prayed and asked for patience, love and kindness towards one another and that God would prepare their other siblings for them as well. It was all I could do to choke back the tears.
They’ve been asleep now for almost an hour. I can’t be sure because I didn’t hear the angels announce it from heaven, but I think the Lord Jesus has come back to earth. Or my children have been inhabited by aliens. All evening they have been amazing to one another. They snuggled on the couch during a movie, they have “pleased” and “thank you’d” each other almost to death and while I was cleaning dishes, I heard The Dino say “NO! I WANT to carry your shoes to your room. Because I love you!”
I write you all tonight to document this event, so that this Mommy may have a reminder in the morning when the squealing over “He-got-more-orange-juice-than-me” starts, I can remember that for an entire evening, for the first time, I remember thinking “there really is Christmas in July.”