Shortly after I took a blog break in August, I received an email from an online friend and illustrator, Catherine, asking if I’d be interested in regularly contributing to a collective of writing at Baaaaa.com.
Catherine is easily one of the most encouraging people I’ve ever met, and I often feel like her blog posts are Divinely written directly
at for me. Her request came at a time when I needed desperately to be a part of something bigger… like, perhaps Someone was watching out for me and my heart. I’m so thrilled to be a small part of her idea.
I’ll try to keep this short. (Who am I kidding?)
I know we’re both busy.
Thanks so much for the baby girl this December. Abby June is a simple and pure joy. Her brother and sister are adapting well and certainly seem to love the new addition. Thanks for that, too. Lovely planning on Your part. Really. Nice work.
I do seem to be having some trouble in the parenting department. My children are so incredibly beautiful… but high-maintenance. Gracious. Mostly, I’m struggling with the repetition of it all. I feel like we cover the same ground every day. Sometimes, multiple times a day. Hour?
Questions, all the time. And the same questions, all the time. What is it with that? Daddy to work? Yes. Daddy home for dinner? Yes. Cookie for breakfast? No. Not yesterday, not today, not tomorrow. Dog outside? Yes. Me outside? No. It’s 14°. Cookie for breakfast?
I have to remind them, every day, they need socks to be warm. That we don’t kick/bite/hit family members. (We’re working on the rest of humanity, too… we just need to conquer local first.) That I can’t reach the back of the van when I’m driving. That we don’t lick things off the floor, especially when strangers can see us.
Every day. The same lessons every day. Different clothing, maybe, but the same lessons.
Frankly, I’m a little exhausted. I’d like to teach something once, say something once. I’d like to get good eye contact, a smile, and a ‘thanks for changing my life for the better, now I’ll go play by myself for 30 minutes so you can work on dinner alone’ skip-to-my-lou-and-they’re-off. That’s what I’d like.
Is this making any sense? What do You suggest? Time-out for the biting and licking? Clearer, simpler words for the explanations? Writing a handbook that can be referred to over time and in my absence?
When, exactly, does the repetition end and the learning take root?
And, have You ever felt this way?
Thanks so much.
Love and sincerity,
Every day, Friends, our beautiful God could write a letter like this… about me. About you. About me, again. By all grace and mercy, He doesn’t.
Besides, to whom would He send it?
1 Corinthians 13:11 • When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things. – New American Standard Version