A few weeks ago, when the girls had been home from school and we had been snowed in and had a little too much "together time", we were having one of those days where the fighting was just endless. My girls are normally best friends and play so well together but there are days where they just fight non stop and I will be the first to admit that it makes me lose my mind. It was also a day where I was especially cranky with my pregnancy.
I'm just putting it out there. So after the millionth time that I heard them fighting over toys, I went in their room with a big garbage sack and said "Okay, if you won't quit fighting over your toys - I will just pack them all up and give them to kids who don't have any and will appreciate them". I wasn't extremely pleasant and I huffed out of their room with a sack of toys that I threw in our garage and went to my bedroom to lay down and just let out a sigh.
And then over the monitor in their room, I heard them talking and at that moment - I felt both very proud of my parenting and very humiliated.
Harper said "I think maybe we need to pray. Each of us can pray that mommy won't be so mean and will give us our toys back".
And then they each proceeded to pray the sweetest prayers that included "Please make mommy not so mean" (which was the humiliating part and just killed me) and "Please help us be nice and share" and "Please let mommy give our toys back".