Anybody out there have an incredibly spirited and strong willed toddler? The kind that brings you to your wits end on a daily (hourly?) basis and makes you want to crawl in a hole and not come out?
That was my Sis. I kind of dreaded going out in public with her because I never knew what was going to set her off or how long it would take the guttural demon cry to emerge as I attempted to drag her flailing (along with a baby Buddy) out of a store or playground. I didn't think we'd ever make it past that looong season from 18 months to 3 1/2. But we did. And I've almost forgotten it.
As kindergarten wrapped up her teacher commented on more than one occasion to us what a sweet and kind girl we have. We've heard similar comments from folks at church and VBS and from our friends who have kept her for us. It makes my heart swell. That's not to say we don't have hard days. She still has a strong spirit, but it's grown less harsh and more loving. Thanks, Jesus, for sustaining me in the toughest of days, for holding our whole story in your hands, and for continuing to mold and grow us past what we could ever imagine.
PS. This all came to mind as I was grocery shopping with all four kids earlier and Sis came out the total MVP. She was such a helper as Fox was being... well, Fox. I was discouraged by him and then remembered that she had been exactly the same way. Grace upon grace.
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