No, this is not a post about how once you become a Mother, you are never alone. You always have an audience. Even when you think you've tricked them all by sneaking around the long way to the potty, just when you start your business, there are 2-3 pairs of eyes (depending on your # of offspring) peering at you through the crack in the door (which had to be left open so you could listen out for sounds of inflicted trauma on each other.)
No, this post is actually about Jesus. (Is it acceptable to write about the potty in one paragraph, and Jesus in the next?).
I try to instill in my kids that they are never, ever alone. I used to tuck them in bed at night, assuring them, that even though Mommy and Daddy were sleeping across the hall...Jesus is always with them. No matter where they are. And they can always talk to Him, no matter what time of day it is.
I started out using it as an assurance remark. But it also works well for a warning remark..."Jesus sees everything you do. Even though Mommy can't see and is in the next room folding load after load of laundry....".
This morning Drue was laying across me on the couch while I tickled her back. After I stopped, she started to slide off and find something else to hold her interest. "Are you leaving Mommy?", I asked dramatically.
"Yes", she said with a huge smile on her face. Which was my cue to pretend like I was crying because she likes to console me.
"Boo Hoo Hoo", (use your imagination, I really am a good fake crier).
Usually she just giggles and says, "Don't cry Mommy! Don't cry!". (Hmmmm, I only tell her that about 1000 times a day).
But this morning she came over close to me and gently said, "Don't cry Mommy. Jesus is riiigggghhhttt there," as she patted the empty couch cushion right next to me.