A while back I began praying about what direction God wanted to take me; the family I provide child care for has two beautiful girls that will both be in school this coming fall. I was facing empty days and reduced income. I wasn't terribly worried about how God would lead or provide, I've at least begun to learn that he DOES. It's just the grand adventure of His HOW. (It's never the way I would do it, by the way. Just saying.)
I was almost certain I would be looking for a "real job" (is sarcasm allowed?!) but God gave an opportunity that brought me a family that needed part time child care that meshed perfectly with my other family's needs. Before I knew it, I was back on the toddler train.
This is my third round with toddlers in my home and I am beyond convinced that you forget what those years were like- otherwise, people wouldn't keep having kids! I'm not saying there isn't great joy, fantastic fun, wonderful hugs- and those giggles and laughter?! Who doesn't love that? But there's also toddler logic. Stubbornness. Independence. Crying for no reason. Unexplained crankiness. (Oh my goodness... I've just realized I become a toddler every single month.) This is also new territory for me; I've never had a boy! They are utterly different from girls. I am fully prepared to handle girls, but this toy thrashing and car racing boy? Full of running and noise, when they pretend to be animals they fight to the death and devour each other. So different.
I also learned that potty time is entirely different. Different set of rules. Different mentality. Different approach. Literally. For the time being, I've discouraged the big boy approach because I've been worried that my walls would be sprayed down.
There were bigger things to worry about.
Today, I discovered if you don't remind the little guy to tuck in, your walls aren't going to get hosed.
YOU will get hosed.
Want to bet I never forget to remind him to tuck in first?
I didn't see THAT coming...
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