Last night Charlie and I are just finally in bed after a long day, and there is a very faint knock on our bedroom door....we say come in, and Esther is standing at the door with big tears in her eyes....I think to myself....ok, here we go, I have read about this, I have prayed about this, I hope I'm prepared....as I say to my sweet girl...."What is the matter honey?" And she rubs the tears in her eyes and says, "Mama, I think I have lost my toothbrush." Holy smokes, I can totally handle this....I hit Charlie dead in the chest, and say, get this girl a toothbrush as I hug her and tell her it is absolutely NO BIG DEAL!!! We have plenty of toothbrushes!!! We buy them in bulk at Costco. So Charlie flies out of bed and begins to ask her what color she would perfer. She picks red and skips off to bed after a big 'ole hug from her mom and dad.
I'm pretty sure we handled this one with flying colors. Whew....if this is as bad as it gets, I think we are totally equipped!!!
As she left the bedroom, Charlie and I gave eachother a high five and were glad that on this night this was the biggest problem we had to face.
The Lord knows to start us out in baby steps!