My son and I were walking home from a trip to the coffee shop yesterday. We were talking about nothing in particular when he asks, “Did God give you instructions for me when you got me?”
I thought a moment before I answered. “No. We didn’t get instructions for your sister either.” After a few moments of silence, I added, “Love ‘em, feed ‘em, change their diapers until they don’t need their diapers changed anymore.” Beyond that, it is one adventure after another.
Children don’t come with instruction manuals or trouble shooting guides. They should. That way when your child says, “You ruined my whole life!” you can refer them to the manual God gave you. It will be his fault.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
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