The other day I walked into my kitchen and heard a little Jaden voice saying “Night Night, Mama!” I couldn’t find him. Then I heard some rustling sounds coming from the pantry and this is what I saw.
It was really cute. Every so often I find him hiding in there. What is it about little kids and hiding? I was thinking the other day how I loved to hide in small cozy areas when I was little. There was something magical and safe about it.
Then last night I was having a really hard night with the kids. Tom had gone to the men’s study and I was left for the evening alone with three kids who all seemed to start bouncing off the walls. They fought, they teased, they screamed and then I screamed. I usually don’t scream at my kids at the top of my voice but I found myself doing just that. I finally thought “I need to go hide for awhile!” There was no pantry big enough for me, so I locked myself in the bathroom and had to pray outloud to get myself back in a normal frame of mind. (I ignored the incessant knocking and screaming on the other side of the door.)
God heard my feeble prayers from my watercloset hiding spot and somehow the kids settled down and we began a game of race down the hallway and everyone was having fun – including me. The kids were ready to go to bed and I even got “I love you, Mom” from the two that could talk.
Moral of the story: when you feel like you need to hide . . .do it!
Question for ya – Where was your favorite hiding place as a child?