Who knew that 20 minutes of kicking the soccer ball around with mom would produce that much happiness for my fifth-grader? No more complaining that this was the most boring, worst day ever and there was “never anything to do.” No more frustration on my part either.
I’ve learned that being an uber-busy, multitasking, working mom sends my kids one strong message. My most prized asset? Time. So when I prayed about how to push through the negative frustration that sometimes bubbles up in our home, the answer I got was to give them my time. Not one eye on them and the other on my iPhone, the dinner, or my laptop, but totally focused one-on-one interaction. Continue reading