Five Minute Friday: Gift

Hello and welcome to Five Minute Friday. This is where I sit and stare for three minutes and then write feverishly for two and then wish I could do it all over again because clearly I am not made for writing under pressure. But I have five minutes and a few words, so here you go. Meet me at Lisa-Jo’s?

    1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
    2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
    3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them.

Today’s prompt: Gift

I see my faults rising like cream to the surface. When they are present in the people you parent, the ones who share your very DNA, they make their presence known early on. He has my tendency towards perfectionism, she has my laziness, he, she, I could go on all day.

DNA shows it’s gifts in the brown eyes and pink lips with the perfect cupid’s bow, but it stands like a mirror reflecting my soul and sometimes what I see there makes me want to say ‘I am so sorry’.

I’m sorry when they receive the worst of me. But, in some ways this is a gift because I have the battle scars to prove I have been through the soul war and come through the other side. Limping maybe, but heart beating and brown eyes clear and able to see. I see, and that is the true gift.

I walked that road and battled those demons and I will be standing there with the first aid kit when they face them too. May they come through the battle limping but victorious.

Stop.

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  • I love the idea of viewing the faults that we share with our kids as gifts. I worry sometimes though because I do have not conquered them them all, have not won all the battles. Our instinct to protect them, to make the path easy is so strong and yet not really helpful. Thanks for sharing.

  • Great Post!

  • I see my weaknesses in my daughter many times, and I also see mystrengths in her.

    But I want to thank you for the perspective you gave me about me being able to guide her and help her out of these weaknesses through the gift of my experience.

  • wonderful words. oh yes. my son’s too analytical soul…my daughter’s too stubborn spirit. I watch myself reflected back to me. but I whisper truths I’m still learning into their ear…teaching us together that we are enough.

  • I echo Laura’s comment about loving the idea of viewing our faults we see in our kids as gifts. This is an amazing post, thank you for writing it. I see some of my worst faults in my adult son, now at least I know to have the first aid kit ready!