Mama,....

Jillian begins many of her sentences like this, "Mama,...." To be totally transparent with you, this often drives me crazy. We can be sitting at the dinner table and she will say "Mama" and proceed to say what she has to say only to do the same thing a minute later. Sometimes God gives you a lesson, though, and this morning He has given one to me. Instead of being annoyed by this, I need to be thankful that she is talking to me. Directly. When she starts her sentence with my name, she wants my attention and she wants me to hear - to listen. I need to relish in the fact that she is still at an age where she will share her thoughts, plans, desires, and questions with her ol' fuddy-duddy mother. I also know that, in a time that will get here too soon, she may not want to talk to me at all. Teenager syndrome. So I now intend to try with all my might to not be bothered that she starts every sentence (Okay, maybe not every sentence) with "Mama" and embrace the fact that my girl loves me and is willing to tell me all kinds of things. Thank you, Jesus.