Broken eggs

Today my two year old and I were playing trains on the the living room floor when he jumped up and ran into the kitchen. I assumed he was getting a forgotten train or car to add to the mix until I heard the crunch of 10 eggs hitting the floor.

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1j6qcs37aiOowc1UQ1K3ufOq2fLoiXe7V

My big ones jumped into action by watching over him in the tub while I scrubbed the floors for the second time in a week. At first through barred teeth I sarcastically chanted, “ Praise Jesus... Hallelujah... Life is good...” but as I cleaned I remembered another two year old who once put a mixing bowl on the table and tried to add eggs so he could cook like Momma.  His favorite thing to do has always been to serve people, even back then while eggs dripped from the table to the floor he was trying to love me the way he had seen me love him.

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1MJfaKYMk4WxcI55CNOAcPUsqCwx7RehE
2011
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=14OdNFfvzBZN2TGi40hW7TwResEbIo95L

Ah and I realized life really is good. These moments will pass quickly. While I think the motives may have been different I am thankful to be a Momma of this boy. I really can’t imagine life without him and I truly do praise Jesus for this boy. A year ago I was hoping that I could be his forever mother, and that I could have the privilege of cleaning up his messes, teaching him right from wrong. By the time the floors shined my heart truly was worshipping. I’m glad to be his.

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1_4ZwVurKAWC35Ina6NSnvnnLzFrF8XOz

Just like that the eggs are already a memory.

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