When I see a well a mannered boy ages 2-5, following closely to their mother’s side, I do a double take. You see my brain just doesn’t comprehend what my eyes see. Did this little fella come out this way? What did you do to get him to be so calm?
Do you see this face? Pure mischief I tell you.
Is he a bundle of energy? Yes. Times ten!
The other day he threw a 45 minute tantrum. It was all over his blue blanket. A blanket, people!
He did not come out of the womb calm, passive or compliant. Those still aren’t words I would use to describe him now. The love I have for this kid, though, is indescribable. Everyday, he makes me laugh and gives me so much love.
And everyday, for as much joy he gives me, there is a constant battle over who is the boss in the house. He’s determined and stubborn. I know as frustrating as those qualities are right now; God will use them for Him. The Hubs and I have to be strong, though, and consistent. Sometimes, that is so hard. Okay, a lot of times.
The point of this post is. If you have a wiggly, stubborn, passionate, less than model acting little boy (or girl) and if this causes you to stress and wring your hands and mutter under your breath to teachers, relatives, or even strangers for what seems the millionth time, “I’m so sorry.” DON’T GIVE UP.
I’m learning so much about the process and progress of parenting. The other day he cleaned up his whole room all by himself. He’s growing up.
God promises to give you wisdom in every situation that comes into your life. He chose you to be his parent. Not Miss “Has It All Together” down the street or in the pew in front of you.
Be consistent, even when it’s hard. Even if you feel like you’ve disciplined for the same thing over and over again.
He has the best belly laugh.
He’s so smart. He knows, literally, the name of every ocean animal.
Several times a day he says, “I love you so much, mama.”
He does this funny, awkward dance.
He has eyes are as big as saucers and they just melt me.
He’s such a good cuddler.
He loves his sister. They are best friends.
I love to hear him sing.
He’s starting to say “I’m sorry” on his own (without us prompting) when he’s disobeyed or has had a bad attitude.
His pediatrician always reminds me that while he’s not the size of other kids his age, (Little H was born 10 weeks early and is still small.) on his own personal growth chart he is progressing. He has always grown. He’s never plateaued or gone backwards. He’s always gotten bigger; but at his own pace.
I’m constantly reminded that this parenting thing is not a sprint; it’s a marathon. My kiddos are so different and the Hubs and I need God’s wisdom so desperately to know how to parent them.
If parenting has you stumped, go to Him and cry out to Him. Psalm 143: 7-10 says,
Answer me quickly, O Lord; my spirit fails.
Do not hide your face from me or I will be like those who go down to the pit.
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you.
Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.
Rescue me from my enemies, O Lord, for I hide myself in you.
Teach me to do your will, for you are my God;
may your good Spirit lead me on level ground.
Proverbs chapter 2 is another wonderful chapter on gaining wisdom. Go, read it, now!
Rereading these scriptures have encouraged me and I hope they encourage you.