having an almost three year old is hard.
really hard.
he makes a decision about something and thats the way it is.
last night i asked if he wanted spaghetti or quesadillas for supper.
he said not quesodillas.
i don't know why i asked b/c i made quesadillas.
he refused to eat a single bite.
in fact he threw it on the floor.
and threw a full out tantrum.
i should have known.
he told me he didn't want them.
during bed time we were talking about how we have to discipline him so he'll learn right & wrong.
thats what the Bible says parents are to do.
and children are to obey their parents.
his little bottom lip started to quiver.
"Jesus sad with me?"
our hearts melted.
"dear jesus. my weal weal sowwy"
at night he wants to keep the page with baby Jesus open so he can see Jesus all night long.
everyday out of the blue he says "my love Jesus, so much."
and talks about how he wants to go see Jesus.
"my go see Jesus weal soon, weal weal fast."
"my climb ladder to Jesus?"
yes, two/three year olds are difficult.
but there can't be a sweeter time.
he is precious.
he loves to no end.
multiple times an hour he runs up for a hug and says, "my love you...so much."
in the car, he wants to hold hands.
he loves to be close.
he watches every move we make
and hears everything we say.
getting ready for Easter i skimmed through parts of the book, treasuring God in our traditions, by noel piper...
"we can only give what we already have. if God's words are not in our hearts and souls, then we can't give them to anyone else. if we don't love God ourselves, then we can't live out his love for others to see and experience."
my (almost) three year old learns from me.
but (maybe) better yet, i'm learning daily from him.
his childlike never ceases to amaze.
out of the blue with my arms spread wide, i want to shout "my love Jesus so much and He loves me so much!"
not caring what the people around me at the grocery store think.
i want my love for Jesus to be simple.
God has trusted me with this little man.
i want to do it well.
