dessert first

...sometimes you just want to...and so, he's eating his dessert first. My son...who clearly inherited his sweet tooth from me, which in turn is inherited from my dad's side of the family...
the Enns clan (you know who you are) LOVE sweets! It's not a get-together without an awesome torte, some sort of chocolate delight, and and /or cookies! I know we're not the only family that is like this, but it brings a smile to my face to think of all the wonderful sweets I've had through the years. Because those treats were brought by my cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents...and I only have the best memories of these people.
I LOVE my family...and that includes my extended family. My parents each have 8 siblings, and each of them married and had on average 3 kids, and each of us cousins have at least 3 kids...so you can imagine the numbers of people I'm talking about. Now don't get me wrong, not all is perfect in such a large family....TRUST ME! But when I think about this crazy, (and I'm pretty sure a couple of them are certifiable) fun, wonderful people, I am filled with a sense of security in who I am. They have shaped the person I am today. There are people in my family who's faith has inspired me. There are people in my family who's mistakes have taught me how to love a person, no matter what "they've done". And there are those who have loved me through my own struggles that have taught me what unconditional love truly looks like.

And so now, I look at my life as one who's eaten her dessert first...my dilemma is this...now that I've had a taste of the 'sweet life' do I think I deserve it all the time? Like George, right now, who is NOT wanting to eat his 'healthy' lunch, and wants more ice cream - do I want to avoid the healthy dose of reality that is all around me? Do I think I deserve the life that has been handed to me?
This is a struggle for me....not becoming prideful. Who am I that I should be born in Canada, to wonderful Christian parents, who only showed me love? I am no better than the woman born in Africa, only to be sold into slavery, and all the horror that brings...

I'm not claiming to have the answers yet, but I am eager to learn, to grow, and to finally share the dessert I've been given.