I have been babysitting our youngest grandchild, 7-month-old Miss K, all week. Normally I have just been watching her on Wednesdays, and another grandmother has been watching her the other days. Because Nana C took a much-needed vacation, I have assumed the duties all week.
As I have mentioned before, each day I conclude my morning prayers by asking God to help me be a blessing to someone today. I have also mentioned that I don’t think I often am.
I must say that this week I am feeling like I am a blessing to my son and daughter-in-law, as well as to Nana C. I have dutifully set my alarm for 5:45 each morning so that I can have a cup of coffee before my son shows up at 6:30. This morning, the alarm seemed like it went off very early. My legs are more tired than normal from carrying the baby up and down stairs and my house is a mess, taken over by bottles, bottle warmers, baby food, and toys. My arthritic thumbs ache.
But I keep reminding myself that I can’t ask God to help me be a blessing, and then complain about it when I am. That negates the whole blessing thing!
And, despite my creeping weariness, Miss K is such a delight! After an extremely difficult four months of colic, she has become a wonderful little imp, with a quick smile and the personality of a clown. I laugh all day long.
When my son was a little boy, he would always choose to give up something he really never liked for Lent. I used to explain to him that it really isn’t a sacrifice to give up something you wouldn’t choose to eat anyway.
I guess that’s what I should concentrate on – being a blessing by caring for this little amazing child of God isn’t really too great a sacrifice when you really think about it.
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