"Good job!"

"Good job, Elliot!"  Elaine praised our three year old son.  "You stayed dry all day today!"

It is funny how as we age, we have to work a lot harder to get impress others.  I remember when I was seven years old, my mother would have me do large multiplication problems in my head and people would complement me (and her) for it.  But, I haven't been praised for that for a long time -- nor for staying dry all day either, for that matter.

As I think about my children, I realize that they don't need to do anything special or amazing for me to love them.  I just think they are pretty awesome just the way they are -- I'm biased that way.

There are times that I still want to impress people, but it is hard.  I don't know how to juggle, am not very good at Twister or Monopoly, and I can't stand on my head.  I can still do math in my head, but it's just not that big a deal any more.

My heavenly Father just doesn't care.  In a sense, I can't do anything that will impress Him -- He's just so much above my limited abilities.  On the other hand, I don't need to do anything to make Him love me.  God loved me before I was born and that makes me special without my doing anything at all.