My little mirrors

For around 15 years or so, the phrase "Be careful what you do; you never see the little eyes that are watching everything you do." has been a regular part of growing up as the eldest in a family of five children.

The truth of that statement has never ceased to alternately amuse, frighten, and anger me. But over the years, it's become more or less a fact of life and one that gets easily pushed into the background.


Now, however, after reading this article, the thought deserves to be revisited.



I've recently begun helping to teach the 4th grade girls Sunday School class at church on Sunday mornings.



Every single one of those girls are precious and unique. They will all grow up one day to be young women and fill different functions in church, home, and society, touching countless lives with their words and actions.



But what I find most interesting, is that they pick up on anything and everything that I do and say. One girl has already talked about pulling her hair up like I ocassionally do with mine.

If the way I wear my hair is such an influence, what do my attitudes and reactions teach them?


O for the knowledge that I won't mess up; that they will never learn habits that will drag them down from me.