High-pitched screeching

One of my 18mo old twins is a screamer. When Maxwelle doesn't get her way or when her brother snatches something out of her hand, she lets out a high-pitched screech that is going to be responsible for my first gray hair.

I haven't figured out how to channel this passion in a positive direction. Right now, I just look at her and pray for patience and try to get past the drama. And this is how I know that God is who the Bible says He is.

He is patient.

He is longsuffering.

He is merciful.

He is love.

He showers me with love that I can't get away from no matter what I do or how I act (Romans 8:38). 

I'm sure I've thrown a high-pitched screeching tantrum at Him before. Yet, what I experience from Him is not a roll of the eyes, frustration or a "Girl, you are gonna drive me crazy today!" He doesn't need a time out from me. Mercy (not giving me what I deserve). Grace (giving me what I don't deserve). Love. Patience. He's given me so much of it, so often that I'm sure I must have a little extra to pass on to my dear baby girl.

Love is patient and kind.

Love is not irritable

Love endures through every circumstance. (from 1 Corinthians 13, NLT)

Reverse logic

I'm refusing to believe that Maxton is over naps. But really, he only naps about once or twice a week now. Today I wanted him to nap. His friend, Luis Enrique, was coming over to play at 4:45 (during his sister's music class). I told Maxton, if you don't take a nap, you can't play with Luis Enrique. So, from 2 p.m. I tried to get him to nap. He rested for a little while, but then his cousin came over, then he had to pee, then.... by 3:45, I'd given up on the nap.

Luis Enrique came over at 4:45 as planned and Maxton came in my room to announce, "Luis Enrique is here! I took my nap!"

"No Maxton, you didn't nap."

"Yes, I did. Luis Enrique is here to play!"

"Maxton, it's called GRACE, buddy."

Do I act like a toddler to God?

I was hanging up clothes in the twins' room today and 3-year-old Maxton came in the room and announced, "Mommy! I put my clothes on ALL. BY. MYSELF." He was very proud of his accomplishment. And though I congratulated him, I couldn't help but chuckle that his shirt was on backwards and his pants were unzipped.

And I wondered if I amuse God sometimes...when I'm proud of what I've supposedly accomplished ALL. BY. MYSELF. All proud and completely oblivious that my fly is open.

Do I act like a toddler towards my Heavenly Father? I've thought about this a lot as things come up and I've been taking notes so I could restart this blog someday. So here it is, the relaunch of the Mami Diaries. I'll be sharing the spiritual lessons my kids are teaching me. I'd love to hear yours.