Reluctantly releasing control

It was so tempting to send the boys off with a movie or to the backyard. But I knew they were capable of helping me. And I am trying really hard to allow them to help me when they are able. So we all picked up paintbrushes together. We are transforming our dining room into a play room. I am giving up my "pretty room" (which was mostly untouched by little hands) and surrendering to the need for a playroom. Our school room downstairs will be solely for school, now. I just felt like I couldn't stand one more day of tripping over toys in the family room.

I can't describe how difficult is was for me to involve the boys in this project. Painting is hard and messy. And two energetic boys seemed like, well, a nuisance! But I began to think about how this could be a good activity for them. They could learn appreciation, dedication, and persistence. And, if I am committed to this home schooling gig, I know I need to take the time to patiently train them to do all the things around the house that I do. So, I bit the bullet, and asked them to join me.

I have never been so proud of a paint job. After a little practice, they were actually helpful (as opposed to just making extra messes!). And I began to wonder how many things they can really do/take responsibility for that I miss because I just want it done...now. I think if I have learned anything this year about parenting it is that the really good moments take sacrifice and patience. I need to pray for more and more each day!

"Patience is the companion of wisdom."

St. Augustine