A Spring of Joy

On Saturday we finally threw Bear’s 6th birthday party. A medieval party for my valiant boy who wanted a dragon cake. So I made him one, and I had three very eager children hovering through almost every step of the process. During the tedious scale making, Bear and Bella bailed leaving my Ash to keep me company and ply me with question after question.

How I love my little conversationalist! He is eager to learn and full of questions.

Once I had finished making scales on the dragon, I began piping stars around the entire base covering smears and holes in the decorating.

“Mom?” he asked, ‘Why are you doing that? It’s not in the picture.” (Yes, he is also my little rule-follower.)

Laughing I told him that I was covering the smears. “A little trick I learned, buddy.” I told him, “You cover the mess-ups to make it look better.”

Then I thought about what I said and added, “But that doesn’t work for everything, especially life.”

“Huh?” he wrinkled up his nose.

“Well, we’re all messy, right?” He nodded, so I continued, “If we just cover our mess-ups to try and look pretty then we’re not being real with each other. You wouldn’t want a mommy who never admitted she was wrong, would you? We’re all sinners, so we need to be real about it and not try to cover it up with false perfection.”

He grinned. “Oh, Mom, I know that. You sin all the time!”

Well. Any sense of false perfection has just been shattered.

Have I ever mentioned how thankful I am for my children?

They bless, amaze and humble me every. single. day.