This little creature who lives under my roof, eats my food, drinks my milk, leaves a trail of mess behind as he goes. Who is he?
Once there was this sweet little baby who cooed and snuggled, and occasionally cried when he was hungry or wet. He took naps & melted my heart with his little smile. I'm not sure where he's gone?
This other little creature can be equally sweet, but also talks back & every so often gets on my very last nerve. He has an opinion about everything, doesn't like being told what to do & sometimes he shouts at me if he doesn't get his own way.
I'm thankful my sweet boy is growing into a little man. Such precious moments watching him learn new words & gain understanding. But still some days I long for those quiet, cuddly times where he depended on me for everything, from comfort to a warm bottle of milk.
It's overwhelming at times, trying so hard to do it all right...not always knowing what "right" is.
Thankful for grace & forgiveness, for not having to do it alone. Thankful that God hears the heart of this Mom & loves me & my sweet boy more than either of us can fathom.
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