Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Stinky Feet Syndrome

My 4-year old son is obsessed with stinky feet.
He takes off his shoes and smells his feet. And then he offers them to anyone nearby to see if they would like a sniff.
Last night, I had my daughter on my lap while I took off her shoes. Eldest was standing eagerly by my knees. At first, I didn't quite understand what he was so giddy about. Then I took off the first shoe, which he immediately grabbed out of my hand and stuck his nose in.
I kicked off my shoes the other night and he was at my toes burying his nose in my socks. He asked me if I would like to sniff my feet. I politely declined.
I love the innocence of children, the lack of social pressure. The 'adult' world says it is not couth to smell feet. The child just sees something fun to do and does it. I hope a little of that innocence can rub off on me.
But I'll still leave the foot sniffing to my kids.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

At The End

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At The End

I screamed today.  A fact that I am not very proud of, but feel that I need to confess.
My just-turned-four-year-old sat on my bed, doing his whiny cry, and I stood there and screamed at the top of my lungs. I was so frustrated with him, all I could do was scream. And that was the second time within about five minutes that I screamed.
Now, I did not yell at him, because I know that just makes matters worse (been there, done that), but I did scream out in frustration. He would not stop his whiny, drooly, attitude-ridden, cry. It started when he woke up and had continued on pretty much all day. I was (am) at the end of my rope. So I screamed.
A few minutes later, I apologized for my frustration, and gave him hugs. I also asked him to apologize for his attitudes and I forgave him. I told him that we both needed some time out to have a quiet time and get our attitudes straight.
I meant to pray with him, but somewhere in all of the frustratedness, I forgot. Lord, help me remember next time.
Lately, I have sensed the Lord telling me I need to work on my emotions in regards to my children. I tend to get very irritated at them. I know he wants me to be gentle, kind, compassionate, and patient with my kids. In a word, LOVE. It isn't an easy journey, but every day I feel I am making progress. Except maybe for today. Tomorrow will be better.