God Chose Me

Homemaking Link Up!!

I'd like to introduce you to my son.  This is PeePooh.  He got this name because he used to have exceptionally droopy draws.  I used to call him Droopy.  For some reason, the Pee of that name stuck and I added Pooh to it.  

PeePooh is my true middle child.  And like many middle children, he gets kind of lost in fray at times.  That has happened alot since his baby sister was born.  But I've had my eye on him though.  You see, there is something about this boy that has captured my heart.  Now I love all my children.  I love them all equally.  I can't tell you specifically what has caused him to capture so much of my heart, but he has.  

Perhaps it's his spaciness.  Perhaps it's his hyperactivity.  Perhaps it's his inability to sit still for longer than 3 seconds.  He struggles.  Daddy has a hard time understanding him.  He's impulsive, loud, obnoxious, and hard to get along with.  But I love him so.  My heart breaks every time I see him hurting in some way.  I want to protect him as much as possible without crippling him.  Nothing make me more angry that to see other children ignore him when he's trying to interact with them.  When I think and see the struggles he and daddy have, I cry over it.  Don't get me wrong, Underdog really does try.  There is just something that makes him a hard one for Underdog.  I think every parents has one of those.  

PeePooh has absolutely no problem following his sin nature wherever it may lead him.  And he doesn't have a problem telling you that he doesn't want to do work and that he hates it.  This part Wednesday started out no different.  The boy's laundry had not been folded the previous day so I thought we'd just go ahead and knock it out quickly in the morning. That did not sit well with him and he made the biggest mistake of his short 5 yod life.  When I asked him to sort the laundry into certain piles, he threw and tantrum and said "I ALWAYS have to do ALL the work."  Uh Oh!!  He used to very bad words. . .always and all.  Rather than the typical discipline for throwing a tantrum, I went on to remind him that although it's not true that he has ALL the work and ALWAYS has to do. . .except TODAY.  Let's just say that I go alot accomplished on that day.  And since that day, we haven't had as much complaining.

I took him to Walmart with me today.  He got to pick up a special spiral and was there to help me pick out new comforters for Bronco room that I am working to create.  He helped me load my cart with all the things I needed.  And he spent a good portion of his time "suggesting" all sorts of things I needed to purchase that I didn't have.  

As we were getting in the car I looked in and he was in the backseat standing on his head.  Most people would be impatient with that.  I have been in the past.  This time, though, I felt love.  It made me smile.  And the Spirit spoke to me.  There is no one else in the world that would have had the patience that little boys needs.  I was created just so he would have someone on his side.  Most kids like him would be labeled.  Not my boy.  He's just a little boy that needs someone to see his good sides because it's often the bad sides that's seen most clearly.  He needs someone to cheer him on when no one else will.  He needs someone who will gently remind him that we don't yell at people when we aren't getting our way.  And with that reminder, I lifted my head a little higher with the realization that this special little boy is mine.  God saw him as so special he gave ME to him.  He needed to be protected and God chose me!  


How about you?  Do you have a child that you know in your heart only YOU could mother as they need?  Consider the implications of that.  ALL of our children are like that.  It's not just the difficult ones that have been given to us. All of our children have very specific needs that only we, as their mothers, can meet.  Are we treasuring them as the gifts that they are?