I could see something was bothering my precious three year old. She's a quiet, sweet girl whose favorite thing to do is snuggle with her blanket and read the Berenstien Bears.
But that night she was struggling. I had put her to bed, hoping she'd get the rest she needed and be back to normal the next day. But she didn't want me to leave. She was having a hard time verbalizing what she wanted, and I was growing more frustrated with each passing minute.
It was one of those times where I could feel myself on the verge of losing my patience. But I didn't. I stopped. I prayed. I held her in my arms and wrapped her blanket around her, and snuggled her just like I did when she was a baby. I prayed over her.
When I laid her back down and covered her with her blanket, the tears were gone.
And as I was walking out of her room, I heard her sweet voice saying,"Thank you, mommy."
And I wondered how many times I'd allowed opportunities like this to pass me by because I was too wrapped up in my own selfishness.
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Sometimes I see the same thing out of Charlie. It is like they just need some good cuddles to reconnect and feel secure. And it is so much better to be patient with them at bedtime than harsh. Good for you!
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