Birthdays. Gotta love 'em. Gotta grow from them.
They are this amazing reminder that we are loved, we are celebrated, we are special, and...we are all brats too.
Last year I wrote all about what a rough birthday Aidan had because he didn't get Instagram. This year it's the same story different kid.
Micah didn't want to get up early for a swim meet on his birthday. He had decided this month's ago and so when the time came he was determined to be miserable and focus on it. And so he did. He DQ'd on events that he normally doesn't. He was off and it was because he had already decided that it was a bad day and not what he wanted before it even began.
He forgot that he already got to skip a day of school for his birthday and go out with his aunt and uncle. He forgot that his party was in a week from now because he wanted to go to the Lego Batman movie and it was worth waiting for.
He forgot just like we all do. And my kids are this awsome tangible reminder of lessons God still wants to teach me.
Stop forgetting and stop being so impatient.
Remember and wait. 2 powerful words that we struggle with whether we are 11 or 39.
And so I hope the birthday brat in me...which honesty is already showing up because when you turn 40 you feel entitled to certain things...can remember to wait.
Or I might just have to go back and read this again. And again.
