Who really thinks that children are born perfect and it is just society that creates the problems? If you find yourself in this circle of thought, you clearly have never had kids.
My son is so full of sin it is ridiculous. Oh, I know-we all are. But, these last couple of days have brought out the the little devil in him. I can blame the terrible threes (seriously...three-year olds are worse than two-year olds) on his behavior or the lack of having his father around all week. Yet, it all comes down to this...he is a sinner.
The other day, Abby was trying to tell him about how God holds everyone in His hands. Caleb kept covering his ears with his hands and making loud noises to avoid hearing her wise words. She of course got mad because she wanted to pound the truth in him (which is a whole other lesson in and of itself), to which he delighted in her frustrations and kept up his antics. True, he was probably just trying to avoid yet another lecture from his big sister, but I could not help but worry over his reaction to the truth.
Today was full of delightful comments from my loving boy. Here are my favorites...
"Mom, let's just go home after we're done getting groceries and not pick up Abby from school because I don't want to have a sister anymore."
"Mom, you were yelling at me yesterday so I'm going to cut your body off."
See my point? Devil child.
After my immediate reaction to the second comment, he sat in silence for awhile and then said, "It's okay, mom-I forgive you. I won't cut your body off." After some clarification, I realized he was trying to apologize and ask for forgiveness. At least it is a start.
He has also been such a delight about obeying. I know, how bad could the boy who wants to cut off his mom's body and get rid of his sister be? It was really difficult to listen to Dr. Phil talk about good parenting skills that do not involve yelling and spanking over the cries of Caleb while I was performing both crimes.
(I should mention that I never watch Dr. Phil, but his program came on when I turned on the television and the topic seemed interesting. I heard about two minutes of it before the volumn of my children overtook the living room.)
As I took mental notes of Caleb's behavior throughout the day so I could write this down and make my husband glad he is currently across the world, that little stinker (Caleb, not Nick) got all cuddly with me at bedtime and talked about how much he loved me.
Sure. Like I believe the boy who threatened my life.