This was Luke at 4:32 p.m.
Luke has a stubborn streak. I sometimes wonder if I contributed to it due to him being the second child and possibly not being quite as strict with him as with Andrew. Again…I wonder.
One minute Luke wants “this” shirt on so I put it on him. The next minute he’s ripping it off in extreme anger because he DOESN’T want it on. Huh? He wants to do EVERYTHING himself so if I even remotely touch his shoes, the door, his clothes, the tissue roll, (etc, etc) to give him a start, he screams and demands he do it himself. This is especially draining and frustrating on Sunday mornings when I prepare the kids for church by myself and, usually running late (arrrrgh, I hate being late), he wants to buckle his own car seat straps. Luke even fights me on putting his shoes on the correct feet. When I say to him, “Sweetie, your shoes are on the wrong feet. Do you want to switch them yourself?”, he shrugs and turns away, as if I never spoke. Totally ignoring me. He enjoys wearing his shoes on the opposite feet simply because (and I honestly think this) I suggested he switch them.
Now, I am ALL about letting my children be independent of my help. I love that Andrew can dress himself and that both boys can go to the bathroom without my help. I pray that I can encourage them to tackle tasks alone and be motivated to try new things without Mommy by their side. What I’m struggling with is my own frustration with my child who, sometimes, cannot be satisfied.
This all just affirms how deeply fallen my child is. A post-it note must be hanging on my heart today; a reminder that I’m a parent who is a sinner, parenting a child who is a sinner. A reminder that I’m to glorify God in my dealings with Luke. No matter how hot my blood boils regarding the tantrums from my two year old, I’m no more satisfied in my own daily wants. Don’t you know that I can throw a tantrum, too?