I'll admit it: I sometimes cringe when my boys get dirty, only because I know I will have to clean them up.
Thing One already has a knack for taking on dirt, as you can see. Here he is "scrubbing" the back porch with a brush he has dipped in potting soil. Very helpful.
And every time we do a tot school project with paint or glue or anything that could possibly messy, a large part of me goes, "No, don't do it! It's just one more thing you'll have to clean up!"
But I do it anyway, which is how he wound up with a green goatee. It's adorable, and looks great in pictures, but in real life, I'm chasing him to the tub calling, "Don't touch ANYthing!"
I can handle these things and the extra clean up, because I've learned that Thing One, like most kids, learns on the run. He has to be doing something in order to be engaged.
But things like this....
and this...
make me think ER. Stitches. Broken bones. Permanent disfigurement.
And then I have to grab a metaphorical paper bag and take deep breaths.
I want to protect my kids. They are my responsibility, after all. But I also have to let them learn from experiences. Thing One climbs everything that is over six inches off the ground. Thing Two grabs anything nearby, electrical plugs, salt shakers, Thing One's hair, pretty much anything dangerous.
Some days, it feels like all I do is try to avoid major and minor crises.
It makes me think about God and how he watches us along our journey and sees how we are about to stumble. He could catch us, sure, or send a miracle mattress to soften our fall, but then, what would we learn? Sometimes God lets us stumble in order to develop our spiritual muscles and wisdom, just like we have to do for our kids.
I threw this in there because it's just too darn cute. Soon he'll be crawling all over the place. I just have to keep my perspective...and my SANITY.