Perspective

Perspective.

I don’t always want to be the mom that has to turbo-pack the car and kids, ready to hit the road by 7:30am for an outing I make up on the fly. I don’t always want to pack PBJs and snack boxes on repeat.

I wish I had more compassion and patience. I wish I could stay steadier while trying to operate as my son’s external nervous system because his doesn’t do its job. I wish transitions and life in general were easier for him and, consequentially, for us too.

What I wish the very most though, is that I would keep my eyes fixed on things above. That I would go a little higher, see a little bigger, and let my breath be caught up in His goodness rather than huffed out in my frustration.

When I can’t do that internally, I do it physically. Early this morning, I took my overwhelmed self and my already-crazy kids to climb up high and be amazed.

Benjamin put on goggles. He wanted to swim in the sea with every fiber of his being. After many, many attempts, he made it in to his shins. And we celebrated bravery. By the end of the day, he was trying to figure out how many languages he could say “scuba diver” in. 😆

So what if the water is only shin-deep. It really is all about perspective.