On a side note, another innocuous change in me as a parent as I've grown older is found in my lunch offerings for my fourth child, our bonus baby. Yesterday, she had samosas (a fried slightly spicy meat pie that is the food of heaven) and marshmallows for lunch. I was tempted to feel "parent shame" until my oldest son (who I had messaged her menu to) said, "It's ok. Let her enjoy life." The student has become the teacher!
I’ve cried out in prayer, like many of you have, “God, I’ll do anything, go anywhere, and give up whatever You ask, for Your will! Everything I have is Yours!” Only to find that “everything” encompasses everything and that offering of everything I have is much more complicated than praying that prayer sounded at first.