Humbled

Monkeytoes discovered some Halls cough drops in my purse, and for whatever reason, found them yummy and interesting. However, I obviously don't need her walking around with a cough drop in her mouth all day long. So, I put the kebosh on having any more of them. She asks why, and I tell her that she only needs those if her throat hurts.

Of course, 2 seconds later, she tells me that "my throat DOES hurt, Mommy".

I know she wasn't trying to be bad, she just figured out quickly what might be the "right" thing to say in order to get what she wants. It was then that I realized that I had just been given my first noticeable opportunity to explain what it means to tell the truth, and how important it is to do that. I have no idea if I said the right thing or not, or if it even registered with her. What DID hit home with me was the responsibility that God entrusts with parents to raise these little people. I mean, I've given lip service to that before, but it really hit home yesterday, for some reason. I'm still mulling that over. It's a huge thing.