That's Mama's Boy
Andrew was lying on his stomach on the floor this morning, all high centered and pissed because he couldn't reach the toy that he wanted. Suddenly, his screaming changed to squeals of joy as he spotted a half-eaten rice puff under the chair. He pushed himself up on all fours and took off, bypassing the toy to joyfully eat the rice puff.
It was the first time he has ever crawled.
Moments later, Justin called to me from downstairs and asked me to do something for him. I yelled back, "what's in it for me?" and when he mentioned something about his mints that were down there, I jumped up and ran to help him.
Like mother, like son.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
posted by Jenny | 2:32 PM
1 Comments:
I have the same response when I see Ruthie get frustrated, scream, and throw something across the room.
Maybe 'saved through childbearing' means that God uses our children to illustrate the relationship between our wickedness and his unconditional love for us despite that wickedness?
That's still something I'm trying to wrap my head around.
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