From the mouths of babes 

From the mouths of babes 

 We decided to get some organizing done before school resumes next week. After a few hours, the ever-expanding mess and piles were taking their toll on me. My sweet Gianna, who’d been patiently helping me sort art supplies, noticed my frazzled demeanor and with her little 4-year-old lisp queried, “What’s wong, Mommy?” I sighed deeply and replied, “Oh, Mommy just has a big mess to clean up and I feel like I might never finish.” I smiled at my youngest girl and asked, “Do you ever feel like that?” “Oh, yes!” she responded, “I don’t wike picking up my cwoes, oh my wegoes, oh my books, oh anything.” I retorted, “But you usually do such a great job cleaning up, Gigi. How do you do it?” I was genuinely curious. Gianna sat up a bit straighter, fluffed her hair (I promise she did), and replied, “Well, I wook God stwaight in de eyes, and den he tehws me to do the wight fing.” I looked at my littlest girl, a bit astonished and more than slightly amused: “And that seems to work for you, huh? Looking God straight in the eyes and doing the right thing?” She nodded emphatically as she picked up yet another broken crayon and put it in the crayon bin. “Uh huh,” she said. “Well,” I smiled, “I think I’m going to have to try that.” And we sat quietly in the mess and the chaos together, creating a bit of order and rightness one blessed pile at a time. 

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