He's cut his fourth and fifth tooth in the last five days, caught a cold and is just going through his own struggles of turning into a toddler-boy. He's showing his needs NOW, he's letting me know how he's feeling LOUDLY and he's getting into everything MESSILY. He has caught the name Mr.Destructo in our house.
I am loving this stage a lot. I love the little boy he is turning into. He's rambunctious, active, curious and intelligent. Everything his father was as a little boy. It is truly delightful.
But, oh, I need God so much right now.
I need Him to give me patience. To give me love to give to Toddler J. To fill me up so that I'm not running on empty.
Motherhood is changing for me in this way. Each stage has its joys and it's trials. Having a toddler is hilarious and full of those heart-filling moments of pure love. But it requires more from me as a mother in many ways that having a baby didn't.
But it's good. It's pushing me to God. It has me running for Him to cover my needs and to lavish His grace and mercy on me when I am so very weak. It enables Him to show His perfect strength when my own physical body is weary and aching from carrying a 20-week-old baby and running after my speeding bullet of a boy. It brings all glory back to Him.
I read Timothy Keller's Facebook status today and, though it is likely meant for Valentine's Day, it so relates to our own love for our children as well as our first love for our God:
"Life-giving faith grows beautiful and pure in the same place that gold grows beautiful and pure: in the furnace."