My almost two-year-old daughter Adeline LOVES to go up and down the stairs all by herself.
“I do it!” she screams. “No, Mommy!”
Oftentimes she will want to go down carrying several books and a baby doll, making the trek up nearly impossible – and at a snail’s pace.
Sometimes I pick her up to make it go faster.
It’s bath time and I’m in a rush.
It’s breakfast time and we are running late.
I get impatient and I hurry her.
Oftentimes when I scoop up her 26-lbs of soft baby chub, she screams “NOOOOOO” all the way down the stairs.
And I feel bad that I have let my impatience take over.
I’ve come to realize that I must let her do it herself.
I must be patient.
She is learning every day. Mastering new skills. Exploring the world.
And when I pick her up, I am hindering that process.
It makes me think about our heavenly Father.
Oftentimes, I bet he watches us moving slowly with too much on our hands and thinks, “gosh, I wish I could pick her up and just take her up those stairs myself.”
But He is a wiser parent than me.
He knows that its about the journey too, not just the destination.
And so He waits patiently, knowing that before long we will be running up the stairs.
Just like Adeline.
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