Have you ever had one of those moments as a parent in which you were proud? But rather than being proud of your child, you were proud of yourself?
Today I had one of those moments.
This morning Chris and I took the girls to church like normal, and then on the way home from church two of the girls fell asleep. Rather then wake them up to go home we spontaneously decided to drive about an hour away to go shopping. We had some returns to do and I wanted to get a few things at a some different stores before Christmas.
Considering I don't do spontaneous, it went awesome. I honestly could not have asked for a better day. We went out to eat, we did the returns, and lots of shopping. Most of all, it was time spent together, having fun. I loved it.
But then Chris dropped Zoelle, Meridian, and I off at Target and my day could have changed.
You see Zoelle was extremely tired (she was the girl who didn't nap) and while walking in I reminded her to stay holding on to my hand until we could find a cart.
Zoelle had other plans and took off running. People were everywhere and there were actually no carts. I promptly got down on Z's eye level and told her she was going to have to hold my hand as there were no carts. Zoelle in a fit of wanting her own way started screaming.
At the top of her lungs. Did I mention there were people everywhere? Yeah.
Six months ago, I would have been completely embarrassed by her and hid behind my shame by ignoring her. A year ago I would have threatened her and raised my voice with her.
Praise God for the little steps!