Still, deeply loved.
This morning, while I was getting my water bottle filled and preparing for a nursing session with our newborn, I heard a loud and intense cry from our baby. What happened was our toddler was tumbling around (yes, he is in that stage), and he unintentionally hit our baby’s face with his feet. Our baby seems okay, and thank God my mother-in-law was quick enough to rescue him from his older brother’s feet. Since my mother-in-law was already comforting our baby, something in me said, “Your toddler may have done something wrong, but he needs comfort too.” I thank God for that moment because I caught myself from becoming a hysterical mom. That’s not me for sure — it’s the Holy Spirit. So I sat down with him and had a little talk with him in a calm voice. Yes, I am trying. Hahaha. But I saw something familiar on his face. It was the face of shame. I didn’t know I would see it in a two-year-old child, but it’s the same feeling I encounter every day. I love my toddler, and I don’t want him...
