Three is going to be harder than two. Two weeks in, and I can already tell.
Maybe it’s the way he drops down to an army crawl every time I attempt to grab him to put on his shoes, get him ready for bed, or put on his jacket. Maybe it’s the way he fights me on every. single. thing. imaginable.
I’m learning to appreciate the little moments. Like the other day when he was watching Pajanimals, and he simply burst out in dance, song, and excitement when his favorite bedtime song played.
I could not stop laughing. Or smiling.
God gave me this gift that is so much life and spice and personality. So much fighting and testing and unpredictability.
And I want to give him the world.
“It is more blessed to give than to receive.”
How often do we just dismiss that as a trite saying? Something to be discarded and thrown away.
How often do we fail to realize it’s not just the material things we give, but the giving of ourselves that matters?
I want to give him the world.
When we give of ourselves, we become more like the ultimate Giver.
We become more like the One who gave everything and expected nothing.
Can you think of anything more beautiful?
*Linking up with Five Minute Friday. A beautiful group of writers who free write for five minutes each Friday on one word. Today’s word was: give.