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He was exceptionally, scarily smart. |
I don’t suppose anyone is ever truly prepared to become a
parent.
During my first pregnancy I
spent a lot of time talking to my unborn child and feeling (overly) confident
that things were going to be just swell.
Boy, was I in for a surprise!
Colic, sleepless nights, “projectile vomiting,” a one-month-old
hospitalized for pneumonia, "purple fits" (screaming so hard he would turn purple and nearly pass out), strong-willed “terrible two’s” that began at
fourteen months and lasted for several years, biting other children, “expelled”
from three babysitters, hyperactive, ADD, broken bones, stitches, etc.
This boy was challenge with a capital C.
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Mr. Personality had 2 speeds: High and Off (asleep) |
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"Catch me if you can!" |
The more trying he became, however, the more I
realized that being a mother was a tremendous opportunity to grow in my
relationship with my heavenly Father.
It’s humbling, to say the least, to be forced to see yourself as you
really are through the words and actions of your children. Parenting, like studying the word of God, can
be a beneficial mirror to help us examine ourselves (II Corinthians 13:5) as we grow
in faith and (hopefully) wisdom.
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With our dog, B.J. |
As exasperated and disappointed as we become with our children’s
disobedience, imagine how the Father must feel when we willfully sin or neglect
to serve Him or choose the pleasures of this life over the trials of the strait
and narrow way.
The reward for choosing
the way that leads to life is not visible with the eyes, nor does it come
immediately.
We, like children,
sometimes focus on instant gratification rather than patiently wait for the
expectation of our hope--eternal life.
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"I put it on myself!" |
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Blowing bubbles (bruise on forehead from running full throttle and falling on his head) |
So as my children grew to maturity, I experienced growing
pains right along with them--sometimes in ways I never dreamed possible. With our heavenly Father, however, all things
are possible, even bringing one headstrong mother and her hard-headed child
under submission to Him in all things!
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Look, Olivia, your Daddy loved books, too! |
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There were days...but I wouldn't trade the memories now. |
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