Last weekend, we celebrated Lincoln turning two (well, almost). He'll turn two just a few days after his baby brother arrives so we thought it was quite fitting to party it up a little early. I mean, who wants to plan a toddler birthday party while adjusting to another little one in the house? Not me! We kept things simple with a milk and cookies party. What 2 year old doesn't love that? Or adult for that matter.
And a lesson learned from this whole thing that I thought I would share...
Making things look super cute for an event/party for our child is often for ourselves. We want to impress our guests and post beautiful images (I'm guilty of this so many times). Is my kid going to remember the oreo "cake" I put together or the hours of baking homemade cookies or time put into the little details? Probably not but this thought hit me particularly hard after only one family ended up being able to make it (sickness claimed the others) and I started to feel sorry for myself. All this work and only one family was able to enjoy it? What a shame.
What a shame? What a shame that my heart is so prideful and that my identity as a mother is often wrapped up in something as silly as a milk and cookies party. It seems ridiculous looking back on it now but I can still remember that feeling of self-pity in that moment. I mentioned to my husband that afternoon that it was probably for my good that only a few of our guests were able to make it because it caused me to take a hard look at my broken, prideful heart and be reminded (once again) at what matters most. I'm thankful that Jesus knows me so very well. That he loves me so much that he diligently keeps my heart (and all it's problems) closely in check with his. I'm in need of that. Always. Even when I'm totally unaware, he knows.
And I love that he'll use a little milk and cookies party to get my attention.