Sometimes, like any parent, I think I do the worst job ever. They watch too much TV. I don't always find proper time to read with them. I don't always think I'm a great example.
And then ...
The kids teach you.
Yesterday my son said he couldn't wait to go outside and play so that he could share the truth about Barack Obama with his friend who had told him Obama was a baby killer. I told him that maybe it would be best to leave it go.
His answer: "But, Mom, a real friend would let someone know the truth."
His first question this morning was who won the presidential election, and he cheered when I said Obama.
And this afternoon: He's having a special treat tomorrow, wherein he is allowed to bring in favorite music to share. And he said, "Oh, I'll bring in something from church."
My immediate response was, "Well, you know, not everyone is the same religion, and that might be sort of tough."
Not a tear not an argument. I even backed off and said, "If that's really what you want, we'll make it work."
And he said this: "No, mom, if it would make people feel bad, I don't want to do that. Do you have anything?"
Me: "I know I have some SpongBob."
Him: "Yay!"
I am not worthy of having the kind of kids I have, but I have great hope for the future when I talk to them.