I have a son. He is precious. He is Heaven sent. He is illegally cute. He is, for lack of words in my little-sleep-deprived-head, a terror!
Rudy turned 1 in February. He only speaks a handful of words, but with grunts, screams, finger pointing, or cries he gets his point across. He is tough. He wrestles with Abby and makes Zach cry. He overpowers the powerful (daddy). He is simply a boy. This is quite different because Zach is my cautious quiet child.
The other day I was checking my email (big surprise), when I heard the sound NO mother wants to hear….The sound where you start trembling and have to be brought back to life by the only one who could possible perform that miracle… God. What sound you ask? Silence. It scared me to a panic because Rudy is NEVER silent, even in his sleep he makes noise.
I run around to the playroom, nothing. I run to the kids rooms, nothing. I run to the laundry room, nothing. My room, nothing. Where could he be? AH, my bathroom door was closed. Go back, Sara. Go back. I open the door and what do I see? My life taken from me. This sweet, heaven sent boy is dangling my digital camera, my other love, OVER the open toilet! He’s just hanging it there with a smirk on his face. I know at this point I can’t make any suttle moves to spook him because he’ll just as soon drop it. I plead with him, almost in tears I might add, “Rudy, put DOWN the camera.” He grunts. “Rudy come here to Momma, slowly back away from the toilet.” He laughs. “Rudy, let’s get fruit snacks, Yum! Fruit Snacks.” He jumps with glee, but still dangling his leverage over the death that is me.
I am getting beyond angry and with a quick boost of confidence I sweep him up and ease the camera out of his little pudgy hands. He is laughing harder than I’ve ever heard him laugh. What a turkey! Grr!
He had NO idea what he was doing really (I refuse to give him that credit till he’s 2 years old). I was there to guide him out of the horrible situation. If he had plunged my camera in the toilet, I probably would have lost it. I know, you’d probably prefer I say, “Well, he is my child and as a mother I have enough patience to watch paint dry.” No! I would have probably yelled my head out.. that.. or wept on my knees asking God, “Why Lord?! Why? Why my innocent camera. Take me instead!” He can count on me to keep him out of making horrible life changing decisions.
The Lord acts in the same way. You’re on the edge about to make the biggest mistake of your life, He’s there always. Watching. Ready to feed you, not fruit snacks, but the Bread of Life.
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