Saturday, February 2, 2013
When this beloved oldest grandchild of mine was three, she sometimes had trouble with tantrums. Anger would overtake her and cause all of the manifestations we can associate with that age: crying, kicking, screaming, flailing, stomping, hurling herself backwards onto the floor.
One day when something didn't suit Bunny, we endured a painful stretch of minutes filled with 'all of the above.' Finally, (after exhausting what I thought of as my options) I leaned in close and said, softly, 'Sweetie, you don't have to do this.'
The answer was a definitive 'YES I DO!!!' Bunny stuck out her lip and emphatically crossed her arms.
'But you know, you can stop whenever you want.'
'No I CAN'T!!!' (shouted).
'Then you can ask Jesus to help you.' I waited.
Still angry, still crying, still stomping, Bunny yelled through clenched teeth: 'Jesus - HELP ME!!"
I was surprised. I realized I hadn't expected her to do it.. not really. It hit me that Bunny probably wanted help as much as I wanted her to have it.
I looked into that precious tear-streaked face and knew. In spite of anger, in spite of her age and immaturity, this little one meant exactly what she was saying.
It was only a few seconds before Bunny looked up at me and smiled.
Her words came in a whisper.
It does work. Indeed it does. And to read a grown up version of how beautifully, click here to visit 'Bell of the Wanderer,' and read 'I Met Him in a Foxhole.' You'll be glad you took time to do so.
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