'Make them happy Mommy'

It's not that I don't like to or don't want to write on here...it's just that life gets in the way. I have notes and small thoughts all over the place with inspiration to create posts. But then two super cute little boys or their handsome daddy needs me and the blog takes a backseat to my real life.

But one thing stands out in my mind.

My 2 1/2 year old is a talker, a thinker, and a questioner (Not sure that's a word?). His little mind goes so fast, it's incredible! He is not one I can blow off while he talks because he expects I will answer him correctly, appropriately, and timely!

So...as we pulled out of the garage the other day, I was mentally running through the essentials (shoes - see original post!, coupons, list, snack/drink, stroller, diaper bag, change of clothes, etc....). I could hear Graham talking and the questions starting, but I couldn't listen wholeheartedly and focus on what I needed to have with me. So I quickly said a prayer that Graham would forgive me when I had to ask him to repeat his question. As I finished this quick prayer, Graham was almost hysterical telling me I had to 'make them happy, you have to make them happy'. Giant tears were forming in those beautiful hazel eyes as I struggled to figure out whose happiness I was apparently now responsible for. As I clicked the garage door opener to close it, the tears fell. So I threw the vehicle in park and turned around in my chair trying to get the critical information I was missing out of my crying son. I re-opened the garage door (the neighbors probably think I'm nuts by now) and the tears lessened.

He finally staggered out these words in between breaths and sobs. You...have...to...make...the...lights...happy.

Ok...the lights. Say what? Come again?

Mommy, when you turned the lights off you made them so very sad. They are only happy when they are on.

OK God, I hear you.

The overhead lights in the garage needed to be on to be happy. (Relative term depending on if you are talking to my husband or to the power company!). But nonetheless, there is a lesson in that.

When we shine God's light and we are 'on' for Him, we are in so much of a better place than when we are trying to hide our light. When you are acting out of His calling, we will be happy little lights.

As I tried to explain the power bill to Graham, I simply quit and we starting singing "This Little Light of Mine" together as we drove off (and yes, left the garage lights on and happy!).

Until the next MOMent...
Rachel