lesson learned

my kid pooped his pants today, in payless shoe store, no less. and it was the one day i foolishly thought there was no need to pack an extra set of undies and shorts in my diaper bag. but i digress.

as he's walking in his poop to get to the car and i'm ranting on about how disgusting it is and "do you need a diaper like a baby because you can't go on the potty like a big boy?" he pitifully says he's sorry. and i say "no, you're not! because if you were really sorry, you wouldn't do it over and over again!" like he understood that.

then an arrow pierces my heart. amidst the chaos, i quietly think about our sweet Father. is this what He thinks every time i kneel to apologize and wallow in self-pity for doing the same wrongs every day, over and over again? i know He loves me, but surely He must be a little exasperated as He tries to whisper "if you are truly sorry, don't do it again". i was/am humbled.

and now i can't be mad at my kid. dang it.