I awoke to the clanging of pots and pans, the chatter of children and the smell of burning toast —all indications that my kids were preparing breakfast in bed for mom. Soon four little kids would appear at my door, carrying a tray laden with food (not quite like the one pictured above.)
“Mommy, we made you breakfast!”
All four would climb into bed with me and giggle as I ate very last delicious bite of watery scrambled eggs, burnt toast, lukewarm juice and weak tea!
Breakfast in bed prepared by my children was a treat—not because it was a perfectly prepared meal, but because it was a gift of love given by my children.
We understand that children are a precious gift from God. Most of us are serious about doing the best we can to raise our children to become responsible and mature adults. Our dedication is result of our overwhelming love for these children and our love for God.
At the same time, we are painfully aware of our own imperfections and struggles. On occasion we feel as if we are appearing at God’s door with a tray of watery scrambled eggs and burnt toast and find ourselves greatly disappointed in our own efforts!
I find great comfort in remembering my joy and delight at receiving my children’s imperfect breakfast but perfect offering of love to me.
I love to think that God is delighted with my attempts to care and nurture the children in my life even when my efforts are are less than perfect.
We can be comforted in recognizing that our children benefit from what we offer in love and that our motivations as parents and grand parents really do make a difference in their young lives.
Being good parents or grand parents is not about perfection, but is about a consistently loving relationship with our children.