Doing My Own Thing

As I was showering Sara off after her bath she stomped her foot and splashed me. "Sara, stop it." She looked defiantly at me and splashed again. "Sara, don't splash me. I don't want to get wet." She stomped her foot again. "What are you going to do Mama?" her little face asked. I picked her up and sat her on a stool in the bathroom. "Two minute time-out." She refused to sit. "Your time doesn't start until you sit." She was wailing. Isaac who was watching the action in the exersaucer started wailing. But she sat, wailing. It was a long two minutes. I patted Isaac's back and sang to him while I counted down the time. Back in the shower. "This time don't splash Mama." "Okay, Mama." She reached over to get the conditioner and stood up banging her head on the shower bar. More wailing. More of Isaac wailing with empathy. "Sara, we need to rinse your hair." I rinsed off my screaming child, wrapped her in a towel, and picked her up like a baby and comforted her. The crying immediately stopped. "You are lucky that you have a Mama who takes care of you when you get hurt even when you are naughty." "I am not usually naughty when I take a shower, Mama." No she isn't. But sometimes I am like Sara, just doing my own thing. Then something bad happens and I turn to God who loves and comforts me. Being a parent and loving my daughter so much makes me realize how much God loves me.