In my mind, tonight I was going to be sharing sweet pictures of my girls baking cookies. Generally, it's one of their favorite Christmas activities. But there aren't any pictures. There's cookies and pictures of the cookies, but none of cute kids baking those cookies.
Why? Tonight my girls couldn't get themselves together. They couldn't use kind words. They couldn't listen. They couldn't not fight. They just couldn't do any of it. I just couldn't take it.
So tonight, I baked our cookies alone. There was no passing the bowl. There were no flour covered hands. There were no little fingers trying to sneak bites of the dough. And all the things that weren't made me sad.
Sad because I love all of those little things. Sad because we missed out on one of our favorite traditions. Sad because the things that we missed are the things that fill my heart.
But my girls couldn't figure it out. And we expect more and better from them. So tonight, they missed out. Sometimes those lessons are hard. Sometimes they take more than missing one thing to learn. Something tells me that some of these things we'll continue to work on, because some of these are things we've been struggling with for a while. It's frustrating because I feel like we've tried almost everything to correct these behaviors. And yet, we still struggle and we still work on them.
Sometimes it's really easy to just show the cute and pretty parts of this journey. Honestly, they're the parts of this life that I try to focus on because they fill me up. But nights like tonight remind me that it's not all picture worthy and peaches and cream...and that's ok.
It's ok because these moments are where growing happens. It's ok because this is where lessons are learned. It's ok because they learn expectations. It's ok because next time they'll make the changes so that they don't miss out again.
So tonight, we'll eat a cookie together and try to do better next time...me and them🍪🍪🍪🍪
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