I am so blessed to be a
parent. I learn something everyday! Not because I'm awesome and always
get it right the first time, or that I apply all the knowledgeable
information I read in parenting books. No. I learn so much from my 3
year old!
The
other day Ava spilled her water on the floor in the living room, having
an evening snack and movie. She quietly walked into the kitchen and
with the biggest eyes and softest voice I heard...
"Daddy, do you forgive me?"
We were confused at first, and then she added the bit about the water spill.
Another
instance (because there can never be just one), Ava had ripped the gas
bill to shreds and stuffed it in a little box that she laid on the table
(there really wasn't a need to freak out because of the internet these
days and how everything is online, but I just like to hold paper in my
hands while I still can). As soon as I opened the box I heard...
"Do you forgive me?"
My
heart melted both times. I searched my memory bank trying to recall
where she heard those sweet words. Where has she seen it? From whom did
she learn it? Unfortunately, and regrettably, I am a poor teacher. I am
still trying to say "I'm sorry." My "sorry's" are drawn out with no eye
contact and maybe the words are being said through gritted teeth more
often that not. Very rarely do I add, "Do you forgive me?"!
She
learned all about asking forgiveness from her father. Not because he
sat her down one day and said this is going to be our lesson for today.
No. He taught her by the way he lives, the way he loves her mother, and
the way he loves her. Her father is quick to say "I'm sorry" without
gritting or looking away. She has a great model of the Gospel and
Christ's love for us and others.
We are both so blessed to have such and amazing man of God in our lives. And you will be comforted to know that my "sorry's" aren't as torturous as they once were. Little children aren't the only ones who are teachable.
