I wrote this back in May while drinking my coffee, and hiding in my corner.
My son is trying to climb up and get into the freezer on his own.
He's trying to make his own pizza rolls in the air fryer.
He knows he's capable, and doesn't really want the help.
He's loves independence.
Atonomy.
I see he could get hurt, or burnt, or make a mess that I have to clean up.
I say, "Wait! Hold on. Ask for help. I'm here. Ask me, and we can work something out!"
As soon as I say it, I know that I'm quite sure that God has that some conversation with me... If I'd only listen.
My son has a heart for adventure. Mix that with his ADHD + impulse control issues. Why look when you can just leap? He wants to be in the center of the action. He has a heart of gold, and he tries hard to please people.
But when adventure calls, that's the loudest voice he hears.
I freak out over all the times my son runs off. He is a sweet boy. He loves big. He wants to soak in all the life he can. But he doesn't stay put. He doesn't hear my voice when he's on an adventure.
So now I'm wondering... how often am I the same? Spolier: too often.
Motherhood to this precious child is teaching me more about myself than I'd care to admit to some days-- and yet my love for him never changes. Just like the Lord's love for me (and ability to tolerate me and redirect me) never ceases.
I wrote this back in May while drinking my coffee, and hiding in my corner.
My son is trying to climb up and get into the freezer on his own.
He's trying to make his own pizza rolls in the air fryer.
He knows he's capable, and doesn't really want the help.
He's loves independence.
Atonomy.
I see he could get hurt, or burnt, or make a mess that I have to clean up.
I say, "Wait! Hold on. Ask for help. I'm here. Ask me, and we can work something out!"
As soon as I say it, I know that I'm quite sure that God has that some conversation with me... If I'd only listen.
My son has a heart for adventure. Mix that with his ADHD + impulse control issues. Why look when you can just leap? He wants to be in the center of the action. He has a heart of gold, and he tries hard to please people.
But when adventure calls, that's the loudest voice he hears.
I freak out over all the times my son runs off. He is a sweet boy. He loves big. He wants to soak in all the life he can. But he doesn't stay put. He doesn't hear my voice when he's on an adventure.
So now I'm wondering... how often am I the same? Spolier: too often.
Motherhood to this precious child is teaching me more about myself than I'd care to admit to some days-- and yet my love for him never changes. Just like the Lord's love for me (and ability to tolerate me and redirect me) never ceases.
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