it is so amazing to me to see the ways that molly changes each and every day. she always learning something new…growing…getting faster as she moves about. i love seeing the new faces that she makes and how she can make me forget about all the cruddddd that i’ve dealt with all day at work!!! being a father is absolutely amazing…
at the same time it can be absolutely frustrating…let me explain…molly has this basket in the living room where we store all of her toys (NONE of which we have purchased!!!) there are stuffed animals, books, rings to chew on or stack or hit together, and several things that make lots of noise…most of them are made of bright colors to catch her eye…others are real soft so she can squeeze them all the more… but never are they enough. she inevitably makes her way up to the entertainment center to open all drawers and pull out vhs tapes and dvds to spread them around on the floor.
even that doesn’t cut it…she continues to move about and usually makes her way to the kitchen…the home of more drawers and even doors that she can open up and search through…but as her father i know that there are some great potential dangers behind some of those doors and i keep her from opening them up…this goes over real well??? usually there is a blood curdling scream that follows and little molly is taken back into the living room to play with all of her colorful, soft, noise-making toys…
within seconds those little arms and legs are scootin out to the kitchen to find those doors all over again…and dad says no…molly screams…back to the living room…and so the cycle goes…
one night i let her get in one of the doors…this was where all of the pots and pans are located and there is nothing that could hurt her in any way…she proceeded to look at me while she reached for those bright, shiny pots…CRASH, BANG, BOOM!!! they came crashing to the tile floor right next to her…the screams began and carried on for quite some time…she wasn’t hurt, but definitely scared!!!
here dad knew better and tried to look out for molly’s best interest…but molly did things her way…and things didn’t go so good…
how often do i make my Father in heaven feel the same way…He gives me sooooo much…He tries to prevent me from great pain, due to being outside of His will…and my response is like molly’s…but i want…then comes the CRASH, BANG, BOOM!!!
oh the lessons i’m learning from being a father!!!
but i want… WHO CARES WHAT I WANT!!!
