The other day on Pinterest I saw a toddler’s t-shirt proclaiming, “I am why we can’t have nice things.” As a mom of ten, I’ve experienced enough kid-related breakage to laugh and nod and appreciate the morsel of truth in the shirt. But when I got to thinking about the attitude behind the shirt, I didn’t love it so much.
In our case, having ten kids was part choice, part lavishly undeserved gift from God. Yes, our large family drains our budget in a way that doesn’t leave much money for extras. I’d love a new kitchen floor some day, but we have other priorities right now. I could feel miffed that my wished-for wood floor hasn’t yet rolled up to my front door on a flatbed from the lumber yard. Or I can remember how blessed we are to be allowed to live this life of great privilege, ripped vinyl and all.
How about a different t-shirt on that cute little kid? “I’m the reason Mom and Dad are thankful.” Just a few words, bringing the heart and mind back in line with truth, back to the reason we pull ourselves out of bed each morning, ready to do battle with another day. These kids of ours are worth much sacrifice. Now there’s truth worth celebrating.