The Lesson

& then the little girl sees my sweet Leila in her pretty dress, with her pretty headband on and her cute little ears pierced and her darling face and asks, “yuh have wan girrl or wan bwoy?”Β πŸ˜πŸ€”πŸ€¨πŸ˜‘πŸ˜ΆπŸ™„πŸ€


We raise our children, beloved and innocent as they are under the premise that there is no silly question. In moments of this nature I take an extra five minutes to say another quick prayer. As I am on my rather difficult journey to Christian Livity. It’s not suppose to be this hard, though it is for me because well I have some attributes you see, charming I’m sure, but a mouth too slick is not one that builds the greatest of rapport. Funny enough, I have no clue where I got it as my mother is the sweetest woman you could ever meet, more often than not I have to tell her to toughen up as passively strolling through life can get you trampled on.

When this little girl asked this of me, my old self would have responded in such ways unbecoming of a mother, unbecoming of a woman who is trying to change her life and her ways, unbecoming of the understanding, simple minded, well meaning lady that is here inside of me. Though buried a little deeper on some days rather than others. I am learning now that the same manner in which I love and treat my pair of thirties so beloved to me is the same manner in which I ought to treat others’little ones.

Matthew 18:10Β Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.


Children are amazing and I’ve found that in my most challenging of moments a small prayer, a little well wishes, and a toops of guidance can go a long way to create a meaningful impact on those small yet brilliant minds.


Mom of a pair of thirties ❀

Live, Laugh, Love.


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