Some of the reason why my stress level is elevated has to do with our third blessing. This precious three year old is absolutely adorable. (There is a reason why God made him so cute.) But Little Man is trying every patient strand that I have left.
Here’s some background:
If you have followed this blog long, you know that Bubs (our eldest child) has been no picnic to raise. With Sensory Processing Disorder – six months in Speech Therapy and two intensive years in Occupational Therapy – there were many nights when I thought we would never see light at the end of the long dark tunnel. With my arms raised high, I praise God that we have learned how to help Bubs deal with the external factors bombarding him. While he still has trouble almost on a daily basis, the outburst are so much shorter and end with him evaluating what should have occurred.
On a totally different spectrum is Little Man. This blessing is as sharp as a tack (really too smart for his own age) and ornery as the day is long. I should have known when he crawled at five months that we were in for it! He has a strong will that would beat down the best child psychologist. He can quote back the books of the Bible and scripture better than most adults. He never forgets a name. Little Man can make me laugh until I cry and cry until I fall to sleep.
Back to the reason for this blog post.
Little Man is a tornado right now. Touching things that he knows not to touch. Flushing things down the toilet and pouring other liquids down the sink. He thinks that rules and commands don’t apply to him. These offenses are happening daily – and several times a day.
Frankly, he is wearing me out.
One of his teachers from church once said that he has “impulse control issues.” Sometimes I feel like he can’t help himself but must do ______(fill in the blank with whatever offense comes to mind). While I don’t really believe this, I do wonder.
We have been through this cycle of him “looking” for trouble before. One would think that each episode would get easier. But no…it gets more frustrating and exhausting.
Consistency…be direct…love…patience…don’t over talk…don’t react…
These are the words and phrases that I keep reminding myself.
We went out to eat with some friends a few nights ago. Quite frankly, I demonstrated some pretty poor parenting skills. I was worn out from the day and didn’t follow through with my words. I realize that tiredness isn’t an excuse but the fact was…I was tired.
Tired of telling him to stop, redirecting him, keeping him occupied…the list goes on. Training our Little Man is wearing me down.
I keep asking myself what it is going to take to get him to learn from the consequences. What is he going to have to lose or experience to make the activity not worth it?
I don’t know.
But I do know a few thing…God is going to use Little Man in an amazing way. Whenever I get lazy and feel that but-I-don’t-want-to attitude rising up, I remember that just like my children are to obey me as their parent, I am to obey God as my Father. God has told me to “train” him so that he is ready for whatever God has in store (Proverbs 22:6). For me to honestly say “I love my Little Man,” I must give him consistent discipline (Proverbs 13:24).
Praise God that I don’t have to do this alone.
If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. James 1:5
Can I get an Amen?