one day at a time

So yesterday as I dropped everyone off at school I noticed that my little Tay was crying, just looking out the window. After all of the other kids jumped out I drove around the corner to give her a hug and figure out what was wrong before I just sent her in for the day.

After a minute she told me that she couldn't see the "moon" like all the other kids who were pointing to it and talking about it on the way so she was upset. Although that may be a silly thing to cry over it broke my heart. I hate to see my kids upset. I gave her some hugs and cuddled her for a minute and then left the car running and then showed her what all the kids were pointing too so that she wouldn't feel left out. The reason she couldn't see it was because they were looking at a foggy sun, but calling it the moon. She assumed that there was something she wasn't seeing and was looking for the "moon". We laughed and I hugged her and walked her to the door of the school and watched her walk in. She turned around and I winked at her and blew her a kiss.

This made me think a lot about being a parent yesterday and what that entails. I hope that what I teach her is the right thing or that I'm even doing enough as a parent. She has such a tender little heart and I never want that to change.

Does anyone else ever feel that way?

I would love to just keep all of my kids "under my wings" like mother hens do. It's hard to let them go and experience the world for themselves.

I guess I can't keep them from growing up and it's okay. I am grateful for guidance through prayer. I'm not sure what I would do without that.

After I picked her up from school I decided that we would just have a fun day and go to lunch and do a little shopping. Tay picked Chick-Fil-A to eat at (shocker) so off we went. It was a fun day! I think it is the little things that mean a lot! I need to remember that more often!!