He’ll beg for the latest Cars 2 toy.
Whine for the eleventieth excavator to add to his collection.
Plead to watch Tom & Jerry.
Negotiate for more time on the trampoline.
But he hardly ever, ever fusses over an owie.
He’s either tough or busy.
The hot burner on the stove won tonight.
Wails and tears.
“God why is it burning? Make it stop! Please God heal my finger!”
And as minor as I know this will be in his lifetime… his mother’s heart breaks a little to watch him succumb to exhaustion two hours later – still clutching the frozen ouch pack.
No one told me that parenting would include the kind of heartache when they hurt and you can’t somehow spare them.
Praying for Karl’s mother tonight. And mothers who do this everyday.
Because this is when parenting sucks, but when we’re most needed.
Linking up with Rachel for Wordless Wednesday But With Words