Today I made a nice big pot of carrot soup (mmmm) for lunch. Chayce asked for a bowl of it (having already eaten) and I only gave her a little. I left the room to take care of the baby, leaving the pot of soup on the table. When I came back, I found that my darling 3 year old had increased the amount of soup in her bowl, and had given herself a good foot soaking in it. I realize that it is pedicure season, getting ready for sandals and all, but in my carrot soup? C'mon!
Later in the day, we were outside. Zachary was building sand castles in the sand box while I raked the yard (since I didn't do it last fall, whoops.) He was getting very frustrated, as the detailed parts of his castle kept coming apart, and he had to keep starting over. I mentioned to him that I felt the same way EVERY SINGLE DAY as I try to keep the house in some semblance of order while he runs amok. I was looking for sympathy, and maybe even a little behavior modification.
Anyhow, after about the 10th time that he had to start over he stood up and let out a very frustrated scream. I walked over to him (I felt almost smug, due to the fact that I'd always hoped he'd feel this way at some point and I could do some analogies. hee hee), but then, he told me he was so frustrated that he couldn't succeed at making this sand castle that he felt he should rip his own arms off.
"Well," I replied, "If you're going to do that, you might as well do it under adult supervision. I'm here now, go ahead."
(Keep in mind that I wasn't serious and would never allow my children to hurt themselves). He thought for a moment and then shyly asked, "Can I do it tomorrow?" I smiled and told him that, by tomorrow, he would no longer feel this way, that it would pass and that his arms would most likely stay intact, but that was a good thing.
We then discussed how everyone feels this way frequently, and if we didn't it would mean that we weren't doing something that was stretching our abilities, talents and gifts. We wouldn't be growing morally, spiritually, or physically. We need trial, and we need to feel frustrated, but we also need to give it time. The conversation was just as good for me as it was for him, and I'm sure there will be many, many more to come.