The next activity was playing with play dough made out of corn flour and hair conditioner. It was guaranteed to provide hours of fun for my toddler. Hazzy did enjoy squirting the conditioner into the flour to make the dough, but had no interest whatsoever in actually playing with it. I even showed him how to flatten it out and press cookie cutters into it, but he just looked at me as if to say, 'What's the point of that?'.
Once again, I was reminded of the fact that I am not in control of my children. They are their own little persons and I can't make them into something they are not. But if you think about it, this is a good thing. I mean, the last thing you want to do is make a mini version of yourself. I try my best to teach them what is right and protect them from what is wrong, but in the end it is God who molds and grows them. I need to stop trying to make them do what I want them to do but step back and let them be what they are meant to be. I need to guide, not force. I need to respect, not belittle. I need to love, not resent. I need God's grace.



Nice one, Sammy. We all need God's grace. Oh, and good work on hanging with John!
ReplyDeleteyeah... what a shame he can't do all your dishes for you
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