"I hate this song. It makes my hair crazy!!"
"I am soaking wet, and need to take a bath. And I need company."
"OOh, yum! This lollypop tastes just like medicine!" (it was grape)
"But dirt makes me dirty."
"But I am not thirsty for water. I'm thirsty for COKE!"
"Why is my hair fat?" (it was all fluffy from being toweled dry)
"Where did all the trees come from?" (all the leaves had come out while we were on vacation)
"PLEASE don't wash my hair! I NEED it to turn green so it will match my eyes!! And SPRINKLES [sparkles], I need them everywhere!!" (When I threatened that her hair would turn green if I didn't wash it after swimming in the chlorinated pool!)
My little chatterbox is a spiritual test. Amelia talks CONSTANTLY!!! From the time she gets up to the time she fall asleep. She never stops. I've even heard her talking in her sleep. It is exhausting for me. There are some days I go to the bathroom just to take a break. I even turn on the fan so she can't talk to me through the door, which she does all the time. And I don't like the fan, it's loud and can be stressful in its own right.
I was reading a friend's blog (http://davidandkeri.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-morning-in-conversation-with-one.html) and was struck with the truth of her post. That children are the achilles heel of mothers. The MOST effective attack on a mother is through her children, physically and spiritually.
I find myself wondering how much of parenting is a spiritual exercise for our hearts. I mean wholistically. Obviously, it should be prayed over, and it is burden/responsibility not to be taken lightly. On a total scale, it may be this single most spiritual part of our lives. I'd never looked at it from this perspective. It is such a huge thought, that I am struggling with the gargantuan-ness of it. It really is staggering!
I have always appreciated the symbolism of the God the Father and his children (us). I've been thankful for the love and passion that this relationship evidences. But that our relationship continously echoes that which we have with God, the good , the bad, and the ugly...and that we can be attacked through parenthood (or lack thereof), really is mind-blowing. That we should be coming to him for refreshment and wisdom constantly has always been something I am aware of...and that we should be models of Christ for our kids (again, overwhelming, but aware)....and all the positives...BUT that we are continuously tested and attacked...it makes me more prayerful about my "job" as a mother.
It makes their whining, hitting, begging, irresponsibility, forgetfulness, stresses, lack of self-control, temper-tantrums, stealing, mess-making, and even constant talking take on a whole 'nother component, doesn't it? The emotional and physical exhaustion, may not be just that...it may be attacks...to wear us down, make us crazy, and short-tempered...and sinful, not the Christ-like examples we should be. Wow. Satan is awful sneaky...not always the big stuff. Sometimes the tiniest stream erodes the greatest canyon.
I guess I am floundering for the words to say such a BIG thought, but figured that maybe you'd "get" it and help me out! :) At the very least, there is some tiny stuff to be praying big about! For me anyway.