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There comes a time in every woman's life when she can no longer ignore the laundry. That time for me was today. I can vaguely remember a time- not so long ago- when I did one load a day and was completely caught up. I felt so superior for the month that lasted.

Then I returned to reality. 

So, today I had a load washing, a load drying and a load I was folding that I had washed last week. Yes, I am that girl who washes laundry and then digs through the basket for a week. I will fire her and hire a replacement immediately. 

Anyways, as I was standing at my bed folding small shirts and shorts, Kaylen climbed up on the bed. "I'm watching you, Mommy!" she said with a bright smile. Instantly I flashed back to a few minutes before when I overreacted a little bit to Jacob. And when I got frustrated with my three year old taking too long to put on her clothes. And when I...oh my word, the list could be so long. 

I know those watching eyes- three pairs in this house -will see me mess up. But I also pray that they will see more than that. That they will see me, content and satisfied in my role of wife and mother, keeper of my home. That they will see me giving grace, when punishment is due. That they will see me share generously with others, and then give some more.

 Let those eyes see me admit when I am wrong, and ask forgiveness. Let them see me loving their father, giving him the respect he deserves as the head of our home. Let them see me standing firm for what is right. 

May they sneak up on me and find me on my knees. May they see me turn the other cheek. May they see a lady growing in grace, living fully, loving abundantly.  

As my little girl watches me fold laundry, I pray that she sees so much more.