My Grandson, Emytt, had his first birthday last week. It is odd to see your kids having kids. Emytt is so similar to Rachel it is scary sometimes. Here he was at his party, Rachel had a cake made just for him, it was all ready for him to destroy and devour. Emytt was placed in front of it and wanted nothing to do with it. He was given a taste, had his hands pushed into the small two layered birthday cake and that is when the tears started. All I could see in that moment was Rachel at approximately the same age. We made this plaster heart with her name on it and all she had to do was to press her hand into it to make an impression. As soon as she knew what we wanted her to do she decided that this was the last thing on earth that she was going to do. Later, after many tears and plaster everywhere the project was completed. I still have that heart as reminder of what stubborn little brat she could be.
I often thought, “I hope you have a child just like you”. If it is the case that Emytt is the second coming of Rachel here are some of the behaviours waiting for her in the future:
It was just me and her driving down the road one night. Rachel had fallen asleep and I was grateful for the break in the non stop screaming, but I needed gas. I stopped, pumped the gas, back when you could pump it before paying and had to walk just a few feet to pay for it.
I didn’t want to wake her so I walked in the store, paid the cashier $20 and walked back to the car. In the time it took me to do this Rachel woke up, managed to unbuckle and get out of her car seat, climbed into the front seat, grabbed the steering wheel and was pulling as hard as she could on the shifter. Thank God she was not strong enough to accomplish her task of leaving me at the gas station to explain to the police how my two year old had stolen my car.
A more stubborn and rebellious kid you will never meet. When she was older, about four years old, I sat her down in her tiny recliner to watch Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood, which always seem to calm and relax her. I poured some juice in a sippy cup and gave it to her. Here is where I made my mistake; before leaving her alone for a moment I said the words “Try not to spill it.”. Had I not said this everything would have been fine and it would have been nearly impossible for her to have spilled it, but now she knew what she had to do. I returned to check on her, as was absolutely necessary every five minutes and she was standing on the recliner with the cup upside down shaking it with all her might while jumping up and down.
The Bible says, “Tribulation worketh patience,” I have patience you would not believe not to mention a lot of gray hair. Rachel has grown up into a young lady and I could not be more proud of her. She has learned how to make her rebellion and stubbornness work for her instead of against her. Now I get to sit back and watch her son learn his first words two of which are “stop” and “quit”. All I can think is, “You have a long road ahead, but it is all worth it.”.