Love all of this. I am an anxious oldest child raising another anxious oldest son. So many gems to add to my toolkit.
Just this week my son was sick in the night and paralyzed with anxiety about throwing up. He asked me to add “throwing up” to my Etsy print on the fridge as a daily reminder of things I cannot control. <3
This is really good writing. A new favorite piece, along with Broken Red Pens. And I needed every one of those "I pray you..." prayers at the close. Sniff, sniff.
My little guy surprised me earlier this year when he piped up (right as I was sitting down, very exasperated to try to do our morning Bible reading), 'Jesus loves me??"
I almost fell over because this was after weeks of what felt like non-stop tantruming from the tiny blonde tyrant who had me in tears on the regular.
Then he continued... "make my body?"
Just one of those little God moments of encouragement that keep you going when you're pretty sure you're doing everything all wrong.
(I also so empathize with this experience of raising a son who feels like he's myself all over again. I often have to remind myself that though my oldest has similar tendencies, he's not growing up in the same environment that I did - whether it's better is for time to tell, though it's certainly the goal! But it is different.)
God is ‘achingly familiar with patience’.... I’ve never considered that! This blessed me, thank you!
Love all of this. I am an anxious oldest child raising another anxious oldest son. So many gems to add to my toolkit.
Just this week my son was sick in the night and paralyzed with anxiety about throwing up. He asked me to add “throwing up” to my Etsy print on the fridge as a daily reminder of things I cannot control. <3
This is really good writing. A new favorite piece, along with Broken Red Pens. And I needed every one of those "I pray you..." prayers at the close. Sniff, sniff.
My little guy surprised me earlier this year when he piped up (right as I was sitting down, very exasperated to try to do our morning Bible reading), 'Jesus loves me??"
I almost fell over because this was after weeks of what felt like non-stop tantruming from the tiny blonde tyrant who had me in tears on the regular.
Then he continued... "make my body?"
Just one of those little God moments of encouragement that keep you going when you're pretty sure you're doing everything all wrong.
(I also so empathize with this experience of raising a son who feels like he's myself all over again. I often have to remind myself that though my oldest has similar tendencies, he's not growing up in the same environment that I did - whether it's better is for time to tell, though it's certainly the goal! But it is different.)