Ouch

I was busy in my Sunday morning routine, scurrying around getting ready for church. Service starts at 10:00 am and we like to get there early so we can check Mary into her class and find a seat on the end of the row so I can get up if I need to. By the time we eat my husband's wonderfully prepared breakfast of omelets and pancakes (yummmm) and I read my blogs and get Mary dressed, I am cramming the last few minutes in on combing my hair and putting on my make up! I was in the throws of this when my sweet little baby girl comes into our bathroom full of curiosity. She does not get free roaming rights in our bathroom, so when she does get to come in with me, she is looking everything over and talking to herself a mile a minute. My husband uses a water pic and it was sitting by the sink. I was busy putting the last few strokes of my eye shadow on when I heard a hum and a blast of water hit my cheek and then ricocheted onto the bathroom wall! I let out a wail of shock and frustration. My dear little one had looked at the blue knobs on daddy's water pic and decided to turn them. She was in just as much shock as I. I quickly grabbed the towel to dry off and said, "Oh, Mary!" She knew I was upset with her. I stopped and looked down and I saw her large blue grey eyes well up with tears. She said, "Ouch." I knew what she meant. I had hurt her feelings. I softened my tone immediately and told her that I loved her and I knew she didn't mean to do that. I continued on to explain to her that she is not to touch that. She understood and I gave her a kiss on her forehead. She is my little tender shoot growing up before me. I try to deal with her gently as the Lord deals with me. I love her honesty and even at this early age communicating her feelings. I pray that she will always be able to tell me her feelings and have an open and honest heart.

Do not let kindness and truth leave you; Bind them around your neck,

Write them on the tablet of your heart. Proverbs 3:3