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A couple evenings ago I was starting to wonder why it seemed like every car that came down our street slowed down in front of our house. It seemed so odd. It all made a lot more sense when I realized my six year-old was in the front yard in a full Spiderman outfit practicing his superhero moves. Some days I just wish we could keep our family weirdness hidden a little better. Like when we go out to eat and The Baby finishes eating, yells for the dog and then throws the rest of his meal on the floor- exactly what he does at home.
It reminds me of how many of my own behaviors I try to keep hidden. There are ways I think and act in private that I would never want the rest of the world to know about, but having children starts to make the private parts of my world a little more public. This has lead to some embarrassing situations, but also a deeper realization that nothing in my life is truly hidden. I know my God sees it all and he loves me anyway. That reality needs to give me a confidence in how God made me and a desire to be open about my private failings with those who can keep me accountable.