Tantrums of the century
Now that the boys are in the "terrible two's" stage, I'm witnessing unnecessarily, colossal tantrums over the pettiest things. The gap in communication is massive. As much as it all doesn't make sense to me, in their little world, it's enough to send them into a rage of frustration. There are times when I have to keep from laughing and other times where I look at the entire situation unfold in shock and amazement. They are fragile little beings emotionally at this age...and that lovely sin nature is coming out.
Here are some fits I've seen so far...
Their sippy cups weren't the color they wanted.
I didn't hand them the right tooth brush.
I wouldn't let him light the candle.
The magnet wouldn't stick to the fridge.
I wouldn't let them bring a coloring book in the bathtub.
I put the keys back on my computer keyboard.
We turned all the fans off in the house.
The chair wouldn't move when it hit a solid surface.
I didn't give them cheerios first for breakfast.
The big cup didn't fit inside the small cup.
The phillips head screwdriver wouldn't fit in a flat head slot.
I didn't buckle them into their high chair seats fast enough.
I didn't put them into the right high chair seat.
The tape measure kept winding back up inside.
Their sippy cups didn't have the right drink in them.
They couldn't get their socks off.
Although hilarious and seemingly small, seeing these tantrums remind me of our perspective as small minded people in comparison with God's vast perspective. We as parents can see and reassure that it's all going to be fine and that this too will pass. In the immediate situation, that's the last thing the boys can see. They can only see the tragedy of that moment.
We, as Christians, have a tendency to operate the same way as toddlers, just (hopefully) not quite on the grandest of tantrum scales. These teachable moments are so humbling and not always easy to spot as it unfolds. In hindsight, children have changed every bit of my perspective. They've put me back in my place, as I so often need to be put.
Here are some fits I've seen so far...
Their sippy cups weren't the color they wanted.
I didn't hand them the right tooth brush.
I wouldn't let him light the candle.
The magnet wouldn't stick to the fridge.
I wouldn't let them bring a coloring book in the bathtub.
I put the keys back on my computer keyboard.
We turned all the fans off in the house.
The chair wouldn't move when it hit a solid surface.
I didn't give them cheerios first for breakfast.
The big cup didn't fit inside the small cup.
The phillips head screwdriver wouldn't fit in a flat head slot.
I didn't buckle them into their high chair seats fast enough.
I didn't put them into the right high chair seat.
The tape measure kept winding back up inside.
Their sippy cups didn't have the right drink in them.
They couldn't get their socks off.
Although hilarious and seemingly small, seeing these tantrums remind me of our perspective as small minded people in comparison with God's vast perspective. We as parents can see and reassure that it's all going to be fine and that this too will pass. In the immediate situation, that's the last thing the boys can see. They can only see the tragedy of that moment.
We, as Christians, have a tendency to operate the same way as toddlers, just (hopefully) not quite on the grandest of tantrum scales. These teachable moments are so humbling and not always easy to spot as it unfolds. In hindsight, children have changed every bit of my perspective. They've put me back in my place, as I so often need to be put.
Copyright 2013 ->Renee Sunberg
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