He has changed my life. He has changed almost everything about my parenting. Mostly in a very good way. He taught me that I did not have it all figured out...suddenly I became the mom I never thought I would be. He humbled me.
I have lost my temper more times than I would like to admit. In fact, I have probably lost my temper more times in one day with this boy, than I ever have with my oldest daughter in her five years of life (slight exaggeration for dramatic effect). I have been angry. I am not an angry person. I have yelled. I am not a yeller. It breaks my heart. I have also spent more time on my knees seeking forgiveness and wisdom in parenting this boy than I ever imagined.
I have learned so much. God has revealed to me that I needed to let go of my ideals. I didn't even realize how attached I was to the world's view of little boys. I was trying to cage his wild heart - placing expectations on him that were simply unfair and unrealistic. Like Aslan in Narnia - he is not tame, but he is good. Exactly the way that God created him to be - rough and messy and loud and dirty and jittery and curious and brave and unhindered and pure joy.
Grant me patience. May my words be kind. May my hands be gentle.
Oh how I love and adore this boy...
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