Lessons From My Toddler: The Importance of Listening

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I have a son who struggles with listening.

He will come to me with a problem and I will try and answer him or guide him but most of the time, he just repeats himself over and over again without listening to what I am trying to say. If he isn’t listening, how will he know what to do?

It gets frustrating. The answer or solution is usually quite simple.

I especially go nuts when he is in pain and refuses to let me help him. He will cry and complain to me but refuses to do what needs done. I don’t want to see him in pain! And I know exactly what he needs. But some things cannot be forced. Of course we try to talk to him, reason with him, but many times, he is simply not listening. He will have to learn the hard way.

One day it dawned on me again how similar we adults are and how we often do the same.

We cry out to God when we are suffering, but are we listening when He tries to answer back?

Some things are simple. Some things He has tried to tell mankind for thousands of years, and sadly there are so many closed ears. And often, we are stubborn and end up having to learn the hard way.

I know God loves us. I know He has answers. We are the ones who need to listen.

I love my son and for all the things he is teaching me.

I recently found this quote:

“While we teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.”

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Lessons From My Toddler: A Reflection of Me

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Sometimes he does not listen and I shout for his attention.

Sometimes I do not listen and he shouts for my attention.

Most of the time he thinks he knows best.

Most of the time I think I do.

There are many times he is too busy playing to stop and eat or tidy or listen.

There are times I feel I was too busy to play, read, talk or listen.

He is a direct reflection of me.

So I continue to try and be better. He is teaching me the important things in life. x

Lessons From My Toddler: “Mommy, Help Me!”

I cannot even begin to tell you how many times my toddler cries out for me to help him. He screams like it is an emergency and when I don’t react straight away he absolutely goes nuts. Often, I say to him, ‘please get a grip’ OR ‘stop being silly, it’s not a big deal.’ Most of the time, it will be a toy he just has to have right this second or he might die.

Other times it could be something he wants to eat, or his youtube video he wants to watch suddenly stopped because it’s loading and he wants me to “fix it”. It could be a movie he wants to watch right now, or his tower of blocks fell and I have to rebuild it for him (future manager?) or whatever the case may be, I guiltily seem to always think it is not important. I say guilty, because it is important to him, in his little two year old life, so it should be important to me as well.

The other day as I thought about his temperamental requests, I realised I am not much different.

I am not screaming at my mother, but I am praying to God for things everyday, sometimes throughout the day. And though sometimes the things I pray for may seem unimportant, they are important to me at that time. Tomorrow morning I am attending a special breakfast at my church, and currently I am making sixty muffins for the event. I prayed that each muffin would turn out good. So far, none have burned. It may seem petty in comparison to bigger things in life, but I am grateful that God hears our prayers and answers them. I am not saying answers to prayers are always immediate, some answers may take years. However, I do feel God listens and is aware.

My toddler is teaching me so many lessons about myself. I, too, need to get a grip sometimes. And sometimes, I, too, need to stop being silly because it is not a big deal. And even though I could give him what he wants right away, sometimes I choose not to because he has to learn patience, respect, or do something I have asked him to do first. Perhaps God is also teaching me patience and other lessons.

Thanks Ethan, for making me realise how similar we are. I love you. x

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Lessons From My Toddler: The Missing Yellow Egg

A few days after Easter, Ethan, my toddler, was collecting all of his new easter eggs. There was a big and small one of blue, green, yellow and pink. With his two small arms and hands he would hold five of them at a time. The other three were full of candy in the cupboard as a treat when he has done something very good. On this particular morning, he could not find his yellow egg. Realising it was missing, he ran to me and cried for “mommy find it!” I have to mention here that over the past year I have become quite the expert on finding lost toys! He must have figured that I would certainly know where it was. However, I could not find the yellow one either. After a while I said to him, “be happy for what you have and we’ll find it later!” My response was not good enough. He insisted. He cried. He pulled on my leg. We continued to look. In all honesty my mind was preoccupied with other things I had to do and felt I was wasting time on a silly egg. At that moment I looked at Ethan who held all his other eggs and I watched him carefully place the eggs on the floor. He then picked them up again and looked around and as if he were calling out to it, said “yellow egg!”  This parable came to mind:

“What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness and go after that which is lost, until he find it?” -Luke 15:4

Eventually, we did find the yellow egg. And though it may be just a toddler who wanted all of his eggs, it was a good reminder to me of how I should feel about those who are lost. I should care. I should do. I should not give up. I should love.

I am grateful for the lessons my son teaches me. He is so innocent and pure in heart. x