How has 3 years flown by so quickly? It seems just yesterday I was feeling her little feet kick within my belly.
Okay, that’s not true. Many days it feels like 13 years, but you know. As my beloved besties remind me, “it is what it is…but it will not always be this way”.
And it is for that reason, during those rough seasons when I’d rather pluck my eyelashes out one by one with needle-nose pliers than parent one more day, that I manage to muster up the courage to get out of bed in the morning.
Today was not one of those days, but it is boasting it’s fair share of attitude challenges.
Oddly enough, not with my 3 year old. But me.
In an effort to combat the grumpies, I tried to have a blast with her, doing what makes her tick, even though all I wanted to do was accomplish my own agenda.
There’s still so much selfishness in my heart that is highlighted almost daily by my struggle to put my children’s wishes before my own. {And then there’s my sweet hubby. But that’s another post, another day}.
It’s a gorgeous day outside, so fun we had! We took the compost out {which she throws out as far as she can. It lands on her feet every time}. We weeded. We cleaned sea shells found along the shore of Martha’s Vineyard…
We painted…
made cookies…
played with stickers…
And had a lot of fun doing it, despite my seeming inability to be a gracious, patient mother today. I have days like this when I just don’t know what’s wrong with me… I’m abrupt. Intolerant. And impatient. And it makes me sad.
So amidst sticky fingers, dropped chocolate chips and overgrown asparagus stalks, I’m working on an anger problem I didn’t even know I had.
Children reveal so much of the tenderness we hold in our hearts, along with the myriad of yucky stuff we try to hide.
The good news is I’m a work in progress.
God’s not done with me yet, and He promises not to quit {oh, phew!}.
He even manages do delight in me in the process {Zeph 3:17}.
Because He’s cool like that and that’s how He rolls.
