Monday, June 15, 2009
Lions, and tigers, and bears, and going under the water, and tall men with deep voices, and scary cow pictures at the Mexican restaurant, and unnecessarily weird children's shows--these are all the things that scare Bitty these days. As in running to me, clutching my neck, and burying her face in my hair. Oh, my sensitive girl--she is absolutely sensitive in every way, especially in her love. She's forever making sure everyone is okay--even the chair that fell over backwards at her playtable. Chair, you okay? *kiss* All better.
I'm inspired and challenged by her heart. How can I encourage it and yet protect it? How can I make sure I don't crush it to pieces with even one disapproving glance? Oh, and we definitely have discipline in this house--time outs galore and a few spanking warnings (although we haven't gotten there yet....), but how can I make sure the rebelliousness in her is caught and cornered, but the unbridled love she has for even inanimate objects is set free?
I'm assuming prayer is the correct answer here, which I will do. And do some more. But, goodness, this parenting thing hurts. Perhaps I just need one of her kisses to make it all better. Though I know they'll just break my heart even more.
Posted by Alison at 7:51 AM