I have great kids. I claim a very tiny amount of responsibility for that, give a bit more than that to my wife, and the rest is God’s. He just made’em great.
This morning I woke up about 6. I didn’t move much, just enough to realize it was 6. Then I heard the pitter-patter of little feet. But they didn’t come into our room, they headed to the bathroom. A moment later, I heard exactly what I’d hoped to hear.
A few moments after that, more feet. Then, more of what I’d hoped to hear.
Then came the best part. A whispered conference in the hall, and they went back into the bedroom, climbed back into their beds, and lay quietly until I felt like getting out of bed.
All by themselves!
I have great kids.