Tuesday, January 8, 2008
kids, and other kids.
been having a hard time lately with how spoiled my kids are. we have recently been blessed by getting to know a little bit about a five year old boy in Liberia, and it has again awoken something in me. something i have a hard time understanding, and a hard time explaining. something real, something raw. and i want so badly for my kids to get it, for my husband to get it. but when they look at me and say that it is not fair that they don't get ice cream after dinner, even though they had it last night, or they call me mean because i won't let them watch t.v. after their bedtime, somewhere inside me i want to scream. how can they not get it? how do they not see how absolutely blessed and privileged they are? how rich? i know, they are kids. but somehow i think they of all people should get it. if we could somehow get our kids together with kids in Liberia, or anywhere like that, would they get it then? i don't know. all i know is, i get it. and it is becoming increasingly apparent to me, that not getting it, is a whole lot easier.