This little bag of “treasures” may just look like paper plates and toilet paper tubes to you, but it means the world to me.
It means that my little boy has spent a week being loved by people who love Jesus.
It means that my little boy has spent a week learning about God.
It means that my little boy has spent a week enjoying his friends.
It means that my little boy has spent a week being part of a crew of kids.
It means that my little boy has spent a week having a blast!
More than any of that, it means I have a little boy. I am a mommy.
Every time a kid event came around…VBS, the Santa breakfast, the first day of school, children’s worship every Sunday, way too busy t-ball season…I was jealous. I wanted to be the one with a busy schedule and car full of dirty cleats. Each event, no matter how big or small, was a reminder of my deepest desire and unanswered prayers.
The years I spent hoping and praying and wishing to become a mommy were full of little reminders that I was still not a mommy.
I remember hearing other moms complain about little items coming home because it was all just going to end up in the trash. I wanted those little pieces of 3 year old art to clutter the front of my fridge. I remember hearing other moms plan what they would do during their small breaks while their kids were at VBS. I’m sure they thought it was so nice that I could shower in peace or shop on my own, but I envied their families.
Don’t get me wrong. These pieces of “art” will likely end up in the trash before too long. And you better believe I made the most of my time every morning of VBS. But this bag of “trash” is the most precious bag of treasures to me! It’s a reminder of how God does answer prayers and how all of the waiting was worth it!
