The other day Caden was in our bathroom and he saw my shiney, blue razer blade on the counter. He wanted to play with it but of course, I told him, 'No.'
He kept gesturing for it.
I tried to divert his attention.
He kept his eyes on it.
I said, 'No' again.
He proceeded to throw a giant tantrum. Under my breath I said sarcastically, "I know. I'm a terrible mother for not wanting you to cut yourself."
That got me thinking....how many times do I throw a tantrum because God won't give me what I want..when the whole time He knows that I'll only hurt myself with it?
Father knows best.
It's always nice to gain spiritual perspective in the midst of a toddler's meltdown.
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