Realistic depiction. |
As I swept, I felt someone trying to push past me into the laundry room. My youngest was trying to get a folder out of her backpack. I explained that I was sweeping, and that she needed to wait until I was finished before she walked into the room. She left, I crossed the room to get the other side swept. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sneaky little arm and foot hovering at the door. Youngest was attempting a covert maneuver! After a sharp rebuke and ANOTHER reminder that she was supposed to wait, she stomped off in a huff and I grumbled as I swept the dirt into a pile.
"Why doesn't she just listen? I told her I was doing something. She's so impatient. It's like she thinks she knows better than I do!"
That's when I got a smack in the head from the Big Guy.
My control-freak tendencies have been known to get me into trouble from time to time. The thing is, I can map out a completely logical scenario in my head without stopping to pray or listen to what God has to say. I figure He's given me the ability to analyze and make sense of a situation, so why shouldn't I use that ability? So I go charging ahead, mentally checking things off as I go. Problem? People, situations, and reactions don't necessarily follow logic.
Riiiiiight. |
So here I was, grumbling about my kid who obviously thinks she's smart enough to find a way around having to listen to me and wait, while I've been exhibiting the same kind of behavior with the One who is the boss of me. Ouch. Not a pleasant realization, but one that was much-needed.
So the floor's clean, and so is my perspective. Knowing the little apple didn't fall far from the tree gives me a good place to start with Youngest!