When you have kids you expect to have to make adjustments. Lots of them. I expected to have to watch my words and actions but no one is perfect, least of all me. One of Sam's myriad changes the past few weeks is saying "Nice" after he does something bad, messy, wrecks his trains, etc. In this case it was smooshing banana all over himself and his car seat on our way home one morning. Clearly a no-no. It didn't take me long to trace that back to my saying "nice" (only more drawn out and dripping with sarcasm) frequently when David, Sam or I do something accidentally that is messy, etc. Wow. And ouch. Since then this old sunday school song has been running through my head the past few days:
O be careful little mouth what you say
O be careful little mouth what you say
For the Father up above
He is looking down in love
So, be careful little mouth what you say
There's another Christian song I've heard on the radio, I'm not sure by whom, that incorporated this same song but the verse about "be careful little feet where you go" because your little one's feet aren't far behind your own. As Sam grows up into his own little person I'm seeing that more and more. Lord help me!
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