This actually happened. Usually I would go ballistic when something like this happens. I think God was guiding me and guarding the children that day. lol.
Dear God,
Do you have a minute or two?
I've had a really bad day
And need to talk to you.
After searching in five different stores
For a left handed t-ball glove
(What a grandparent won't do for love?)
I brought it home so the kids could play.
But I should have known from the start of my day
An accident was bound to happen
When two of the kids grabbed a bat and ran to play.
With the sound of breaking glass and a cry of surprise
I ran to the kitchen and couldn't believe my eyes--
My oven door was in a million pieces,
My face, I could feel, began to make creases.
I asked who had done such a dreadful thing.
Words of accusation the kids then began to fling.
"I didn't do it," the kids all cried and
I knew it would be a problem to hear the true side.
Then fingers began to point to each other in turn,
It became ever more difficult for me the truth to learn.
I calmly and quietly asked again
"Who swung the bat and caved the oven door in?"
From eyes tears then began to fall and
I finally began to learn it all.
"I didn't do it" had done such a deed.
But guilt on three faces gave me what I did need.
So with broom and dustpan I cleaned the mess
Then went to my room for a much needed rest.
Well, I guess this "small" inconvenience was worth it because the little "red head" plays t-ball now on a team. He is really enjoying the game and learning so much about teamwork and skills necessary to help him grow up and know what teamwork is all about.
