God made Them Helpful

Today I felt myself getting frustrated with my two little boys because they wanted to help momma clean. I wanted them to leave me alone so that after cleaning my house actually looked clean. But Randy insisted, "I help, you! I help!" So he grabbed a rag and started "helping" me mop our kitchen floor. Robert immediately wanted to help as well, looking at me with his big beautiful eyes with a question,"i help?" He was looking for me to give him a rag as well. I melted with that question. Why was I getting frustrated with their desire to love me? Helpfulness is GOOD thing(when they are teenagers I am going to pray they maintain that willingness to help). I gave Robert a rag. We made a mess! We flooded my kitchen! But they had fun and they were proud that they "helped" me. And ultimately they floor was clean, a little more water then necessary and a little longer then normal, but it was clean. Who really cares how perfectly kept my home is, if my boys are being perfectly loved? They even helped with laundry today. Granted we only folded one load and didn't even get it all put away, but that was something. And they were proud of themselves. I am just learning that not everything has to be accomplished in the manner I think, I need to include my children, even in the pain-staking(ly) long chores(because of their help). My house could be better yes but my children would be less loved. I choose to love on my babies in all things. I want to enjoy everything about them from their helpfulness to their incredible loud borderline obnoxiousness that is two little boys! I do not want to feel agitated with my kids for being kids. I am supposed be Jesus to them and I am pretty sure Jesus would let them help mop and play drums as loud as their little hearts desire with out ever sending them away or yelling at them to stop. I am going to take their noisiness as joyful noises (unless they are being Rude to each other in which case they will either be placed in time out or receive spankings). I am sooooo grateful for such happy, fun-loving, thoughtful, helpful boys. I mean really how many two years olds and one year olds stop making intentional messes to ask their momma if they can help her clean? They weren't do it to make messes they wanted to help, they asked to help and too me that is God, that is God telling me he loves me and so do my boys! Thank-you God for them best boys a momma could want!