Never Pray for Patience
"Toddlers are great," said every person does not currently have a toddler. Honestly. Toddlers are terrible. Toddlers are tiny terrorist who's only goal in life is to make your day as miserable as possible and to make ever social interaction practically impossible.
Let me start over. I love my son. He is the greatest gift that God has ever given me. And God loves to give gifts. You pray and He will answer. Each and every time.
The one thing that I struggle with is patience. I have a I'll just do it myself type attitude. With a toddler, there is not a lot of room for that. Mom, you're their best friend. They want to do everything you're doing. They want to help, but they don't want to do it your way. They want to do it their own made up way that somehow seems better.
As, I was sitting on my floor. Oatmeal EVERYWHERE. The dog eating it off the floor. The kid eating it off the floor and laughing. I chuckled to myself. God has perfect timing.
Sometimes, God's answers come in the form of a closed door. Other times, it's a good ol' fashioned Texas storm. You know, the kinds that feel like they last forever? I prayed for patience and God gave me a toddler sized version of myself with enough energy to power the whole state of Texas.
3 am wake ups. Complete dinners thrown on the floor. Kicking, lots of kicking. Full out tantrums. Not wanting to be held. Immediately not wanting to be put down. Car seat melt downs. The list can literally go on forever.
Then he smiles and blows a kiss...and all is forgiven. One hug can make you forget a whole day of tantrums. And thank God for when Clarke sleeps because he's an angel. Jake and I are trying to embrace this patience that God is trying to give us, but damn. Being a parent is hard.