God shows balance

I have a perma-grin on my face tonight. As a mother I fret and worry about how my children are being raised. Am I teaching them the right values? Am I doing the right things as a parent? Did that one time I freaked out and yelled ruin them forever and doom them to counseling for the rest of their lives?

Tonight the kids and I were driving home from church after Sofia's choir practice. She was jabbering away, as she always does. At one point she stopped to share something that happened at school. The conversation went like this:

Sofia: "Mommy, some kids in my class told me that Christmas is only about getting."

Me: "Really Sofia? What did you say to them?"

Sofia: "I told them that Christmas is about giving and it's about Jesus' birth."

Me: "How did they react to that?"

Sofia: "Oh, they agreed with me. But the said that even Jesus got presents."

Ok - so the last comment is pretty darn cute and a great argument for the whole gift-giving thing. Those kids put up a compelling argument. After I giggled, I got pretty misty when I thought about Sofia sharing her feelings, sharing her beliefs, with the kids at school. So brave. So wise.

She's such a good kid. Now if I could only get her to clean her room.