Yesterday my son asked me why did I look so mean when I come to pick him up from school. I was a bit thrown off by his question, so I pretended I didn’t know what he meant.
Actually, I tend to hold my breath before walking through the doors because I’m a little nervous about getting his behaviour report. I didn’t know he could see me through the glass and read my expression of impending dread on my face.
Obviously I felt guilty about it later and decided to make an adjustment. From now on, I “watch my face” to ensure I’m wearing a positive expression when he sees me. Because it matters to him, that means it matters to me.
The journey continues my friends!
Let’s pray for each other…
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