Then she showed me this weekend how worth it it is. Her generosity of spirit shined bright as we went to the people's kitchen to feed the homeless and downtrodden. Her job was to hand out the plastic ware. She never once was out of my sight and what I saw amazed me. She didn't just mindlessly hand out plastic ware. She spoke with most going through the line. She was unafraid and showed them they were worth something in her eyes. Most of our fellow servers had eyes glistening with tears as they watched this charming 8 year old show such love and compassion for everyone in that room.
I was told more than once what a good heart my daughter has and that I should be proud. I was also told by the Junior high ministry leader that it was good I had taught her to be unafraid. There is a balance, but she often gets Jr. highers who won't even look at the people coming to get a meal...as though they are afraid that poverty is contagious. People were taking a lesson out of Izabella's book this last weekend and it made me realize all the tough moments are worth it, for even just one of these moments.
I know those who don't have children look at those of us who do with a mixture of envy and relief. They watch the melt downs, temper tantrums and destroyed homes and are thankful they can still have nice things. But they miss the moments where out of the blue my two year old stops his play, looks over at me and says, "Mom, I just love you." That alone gets me through many days.
Yes it's tough, but is it worth it? Absolutely!!