October 2, 2012

One night Ernie called to me, "You've got to see this. Bring the camera."  I obliged and this little love muffin blended right in with the stairs and she slept soundly.  Some moments, like this, I completely forget those difficult, dark parenting times where she wears me down.  I see her and all her glory, all those qualities that one day will take her far in life.  Her voice will be loud, clear, and passionate.   Her fierce need for independence and determination will lift her up to any obstacle she faces,

So, when those moments of pure terror strike me:  who is this child (as she has a whining fit or a screaming fit)?   I need to remember she was given to me by God.  God knew that my weaknesses would be tested with this one and He has faith that my prayer life and dutiful co-parenting with Him will take us places.  He never intended me to have all the answers, or to figure it all out on my own.  The sinner that I am, in all my imperfect ways was part of His plan for me all along.

Be it a good hour, or a bad one, I am not alone.  He is always with me pouring down wisdom, love, patience, and everything else I need in these child rearing years.  The question is: am I still enough to really listen?