I need to be taught.

I was taught a lesson today. From God speaking through my 3 year old. I sent the boys to their room and told them to clean it. I was mean about it. I shouldnt have been but i was. They had been in there for an hour when i went to check. It was worse than when i had sent them in, way worse. Writing on the wall in red marker, Clean and previously folded clothes all over the floor, a whole package of wipes open and everywhere. I was just about to open my mouth and yell like no mother ever should at her child, but Boston beat me to words. "Mommy, I can't do it myself" he said sobbing. And my heart broke right then. I felt it. I feel the way that my boy did, alot. But Boston was not afraid to tell me that he couldnt do it and not afraid to ask for help. "Mommy, can you help me?" I dropped to my knees and scooped up my boy into my lap. I held him there apologizing as I cried. I expected him to do something well that he had never really been taught and then I had gotten angry with him over it. We cleaned their room together and did it in record time as I explained what I was doing as I went and gave them tasks that they could handle. God wont provide me with anything that I cant handle but I have to be willing to ask for help when I need it and know that he will provide. God teaches me through his word. I just need to pick it up and read it. Its that simple really, just be willing to do it and know what God says is right.