Eva: Mom. I need to tell you something.
Me: Ok, tell me.
Eva: Well, this morning, when Charlotte was brushing her teeth with me, she used the toilet to rinse off her toothbrush and then put it back in her mouth.
Me:…..
Eva: I tried to stop her! But it was too late.
Me:…..
I heard a scream coming from our bedroom. I left what I was doing and took off. What could have possibly gone wrong?!
The girls love to bathe in our big tub. Turning on the jets is something special, along with sliding down the sides and splashing everywhere, which I quickly vetoed. Allowing the bubbles to creep over the edge with pretend hats and beards will entice any heart to enjoy a bubble bath.
This particular evening, Eva was all alone. When I arrived, she sat with my razor in her hand and her leg on the side. There was a tub full of sudsy water mixed with a bit of blood. I immediately knew what had happened. I knelt beside her and asked if she had been using my razor, “Yes, Mommy, I wanted to see what it was like.”
When I put her leg under the water to rinse it off, it burned red streaks from where she had tried to shave. She let out a yell and pulled her leg back from the water. “Eva, you tried to do something you were not ready for. If you let me, I will help you- when it is time.” “Eva, life has growing seasons with it. Shaving is one of those things you are not ready for yet. When we try to grow before our time, it leaves painful streaks, but when we grow as the time allows, with the guidance God gave you in a mother, it will not be near as painful.”
Some tears and a few small scabs still needed to heal, but no permanent damage. The pain was necessary to show her the dangers of growing before one’s time.
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When Eva was little, she would scoot her stool next to me and climb up to watch me cook. Now, at seven years old, she doesn’t need it anymore. The pain was not lasting, but I felt my heart skip as I realized how much she had grown, yet I was thankful she still wanted to stand beside me. In a few minutes, we heard something scooting along the floor. Turning around, we saw Charlotte. She was a little over a year at the time, but she had also figured out how to be a part. She hurried the stool over to the counter and climbed up. She could barely see over the counter with her tippy toes raised. I smiled, realizing the stool had more use.
This little stool is mine
I use it all the time
To reach the things I couldn’t
And lots of things I shouldn’t
Growing pains hit us all, but the pain becomes joyous when the growth happens as intended. I have found joy in teaching Eva how to wait and more joyful moments knowing it was time to teach another little one how to lick the bowl.
When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child, but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 1 Corinthians 13:11
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