My son is very much in the “terrible twos” stage. Don’t get me wrong- I love him so much, but he really tries my patience- a lot. I really enjoy spending time with him, but he does get a bit mischievous. Allow me to give an example…
Last week, I was pathetically stupid and left my Bible where my son could get to it. Apparently his older sister left a highlighter out as well. You can imagine that this was a lethal combination. I went to study my Bible with my morning coffee, and ‘lo and behold…there on the first five or six pages are dayglo pink scribbles. My first reaction: “You destroyed my pristine Bible! My handbook for living, and my light in the storm! AAAAAAHHHH….” Once I had calmed down and had the hyperventilation safely under control, I realized one very important thing. What is that realization, you ask? It’s this: okay, so he wrote in your Bible. It’s still readable, and for as long as this Bible is in use, you have a convenient reminder of how much you love your son. So, in the end, I realized that I don’t need to be as uptight, and after counseling both myself and my daughter in the dangers of leaving things like a highlighter and a Bible in range of fat, busy little hands, all was right in the world. Now, when I open that Bible, I smile, because I see that my son wrote me a little love note.
srfrazee 