an unexpected part of being a mom this time around was discovering again how much i need Jesus.
it's an amazing thing, this truth that i've always known...
now it seems even more evident.
little ones can test your patience, without meaning it, without doing anything other than what a little one is meant to do.
they ask a lot of questions, forget tasks, wander off, and make messes.
they take their time responding, and eat all the peanut butter.
it can be overwhelming, this take take take.
but this is what:
Jesus is bigger, he loves me, he loves my children and he matched us up.
I am learning what it means to not have control of my children, to give them grace, to let them grow.
just as God doesn't stand there, tapping (or stomping!--not that this ever happens in our house!) his foot as I am learning new things, he gives me guidance and patience and love.
another slightly more painful and a little gut wrenching is how God uses our toddlers to show our least becoming behaviours.
a few notes on that:
-we are teaching Isla to use nice manners, to speak nicely and ask nicely is a kind thing to do, and I've realized that I often forget to say please or thank you when I ask her to do something for me
-attitude! the other day Isla was asking for some juice, from the basement, while I was making dinner.
I asked her to come upstairs and ask nicely, which I'm going to hope she maybe didn't hear? a few minutes later this is what happened- she walked to the bottom of the stairs and shouted: "I said, 'I want some juice!!'" and believe you me that 'I said' had some serious sass to it.
almost like she was repeating a tone she had heard an adult say use before... strange that. ;)
for me, God is gently pointing out the immediate reactions that I sometimes have when I don't get my way or when I feel misunderstood or unappreciated.
I am thankful so much for these moments in motherhood,
for the stretching and growing and light that it brings.
and the fun, oh the fun it brings!!