At 27 years of age, I feel like I’ve learned a lot.
One of the most important things I’ve learned is I cannot do anything on my own. I am weak. I am broken. I am only human, living in the flesh.
God meets me right where I am, and my friends, I pray He meets you wherever you are, as well. There is nothing too big for Him to handle, give Him your burdens and He will help make your load light.
I didn’t get to this place overnight. It’s taken years.
We’ve hit tough terrain over here.
I’m not talking about terrible-twos, because we’ve been in that for 10 months and…well, it isn’t pleasant, but we’ve learned how to deal with that.
This post is about a few different things.
It’s about how we are embracing the strong-willed side of our child, and how we are embracing our child.
I’ve been meaning to post this for awhile now, but I haven’t been able to find the words to convey my heart.
I remember back when Z was born, and he slept in the crib his first night home. I had so many people comment on how shocked they were that I didn’t have my son right next to my bed, “I’d be up all night worried about him” and “what if he wakes up and cries because he’s scared.” So many different voices…
Well for one, we had a video monitor. For two, I knew he was safe in his crib, and three….I KNOW WHATS BEST FOR MY CHILD. Continue reading