In line at Subway, I concentrated on the most economical combination for getting 4 subs and drinks. The kids talked among themselves, then went ahead and starting looking through the glass at the veggies while I told the Super Sandwich Maker our order. Eldest had to lift youngest up to see through the glass, and then they all three talked and laughed over some silliness while they waited at the end of the counter by the cashier.
I went through the long list of veggies needed for each child's sub, and Super Sandwich Maker seemed amused that they wanted just about everything but jalapenos. She piled the toppings high, then smashed the subs down. Then she looked over and grinned at youngest.
"Do you really eat all those veggies?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am."
Super Sandwich Maker looked over at me and asked, "These aren't your kids, are they?"
"Yes, these are my children," I answered, smiling. I assumed that this was about to become one of those teaching moments where I would have to educate this poor woman about adoption and multicultural families. I got my speech all ready to go. But I didn't need it.
"Wow," she said. "I never would have guessed they are brothers and sister. They're so nice to each other and they're having so much fun."
I smiled all the way through lunch, and I still smile when I think about it. As a mother, my greatest desire is that my children love their Lord Jesus Christ and live their lives for Him. My second greatest desire is that they love each other and be thankful for each other, because family is the context in which children learn how to treat other people with love and compassion. Now don't get me wrong. We are a work in progress and the kids get on each other's nerves sometimes. But overall they genuinely like to be together and they know how to enjoy each other. And they really do love each other to pieces.
So thank you for reminding me how blessed I am, Super Sandwich Maker. You totally made my day.