This boy. This giant boy that we have taken to calling The Beast.
This boy that has turned everything that we thought we knew about parenting upside down and inside out.
Intense. Determined. Hungry. Serious. Passionate. Happiest when he is outside. Or in my arms. Arms which are tired because he is GIANT.
Our latest walker (still waiting on that milestone.) The only pacifier aficionado. Did I mention he is giant?
He has already had more haircuts than his sisters combined. In fact he needs one again stat.
Each day we are trying to figure out this boy thing. Or maybe this Shane thing.
Each night when I try to hold him quietly in the rocking chair, when nothing in him wants to be held, still, or quiet, I pray that God will equip me be the mother he needs me to be. Then I pray that God will use his passion and determination for His purposes.
Most days I simply don't know what I am doing. However, everything in me loves this wild boy, and day by day, little by little, I keep learning, I keep loving, I keep failing, I keep trying. I continue to lay down what I cannot do, and know that in my surrender, God comes in to fill in my shortcomings.
Happy year and a half smallest biggest one.
I'm glad you were born.