Forgiveness

I would be a big fat liar, and not a convincing one, if I said that I didn't occasionally yell at the boys. I don't like it, and I try not to, but it still happens. So Vince and I butted heads a lot this weekend. It was pretty much the worst Mother's Day ever. After one particularly heated disagreement, I was telling Vince that it's not okay to be disrespectful to mommy, and he said, "Mommy, I don't like it when you're angry with me." I said something like, "I know honey, I'm sorry I got frustrated and yelled." He said, "Mommy...we should pray together."

And as I listened to my not-quite-four-year-old pray for Jesus to forgive us and to help us be "kindly" to each other, my heart melted a little ... or a lot.

Tonight he came out of his room to have one last hug and kiss, he looked at me meaningfully and said, "Mommy, you the great mommy ever." I can't help but think he's confused about what that means, but it's heart warming to think that Vincent's love for me is unconditional, just as mine is for him.

The Cup Song

We have a favorite song to sing at bedtime. I have been singing it to the boys almost every night since they were born. My mom sang it to me and my sister growing up, and it has always been a cherished memory for me. Vincent has memorized it, and wants to sing it on his own...on camera. I am convinced that he's just thinking of more and more bedtime delay tactics, because it started off with me singing it to him, then he wanted to sing it with me, then he wanted me to let him try on his own. Here is his rendition, in two parts. I hope you find it as adorable as I do. Here are the words, because his words are not exactly right. ;)

Like the woman at the well, I was seeking
For things that could not satisfy
And then I heard my Savior speaking,
"Draw from the well that never shall run dry."
Fill my cup, Lord.
I lift it up, Lord.
Come and quench this thirsting in my soul.
Bread of Heaven,
Feed me til I want no more.
Fill my cup.
Fill it up and make me whole.