Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Can You Ask Jesus to Help Me?

I'm a terrible blogger, I know, but....
Okay, so this one should be good -- it's pretty good in my head anyway. We will see how it comes out in type! My husband will actually claim to own this story, but it's happened to me as well, so ...
Boston is potty trained (or potty training -- how long do you have to say that you are still in the midst of potty training -- like, when is it finally over?)!!! Anyway, let me go ahead and say that I don't linger while on the "potty." You know how some people, like sit there forever doing their business (like someone that I live with)? Not me -- I'm in and out. Well, Boston has not followed in my footsteps. He likes to take his time while sitting on the potty. He's working on the stand up thing when going #1, so I am just referring to the actual sitting on the potty while working on the #2! So, anyway -- I don't really trust him in the bathroom by himself yet with the yuckiness that is #2 -- that is definitely NOT something that I want to clean up. So, we have spent some time sitting in the bathroom lately. Midway through the process most times, he has started asking me if I can ask Jesus to help him push out the poo-poo!! Cute, I know. But, why not? So, we do. The problem, in the brain of a 2 year old, comes when it doesn't automatically happen as soon as we say amen! How do you explain that? In my years of teaching students, I always like to tell them that God cares about the things that care about and to talk to Him about those things, even when it seems silly. I believe this would fall into that category, for sure. I think that it is totally okay for Boston to ask Jesus to help him with something, but I hate for Him to think that Jesus isn't listening or doesn't care just because his request is not fulfilled immediately, you know? We'll have to really think about how to handle this delicate situation in a young formidable mind. But, it does make you think, doesn't it. I mean, it's totally normal for a 2 year old to be a bit impatient. But, as adults, don't we expect God to answer our prayers the way we want Him to and NOW?! It's a good lesson -- I want Boston to know that God wants for him to talk to Him about anything, but to not get frustrated if he doesn't always necessarily get his way. I guess my answer to him needs to be that God knows best and there must be a reason that you need to sit here a little bit longer before the rest of your poop comes out! It seems so simple, but I'll bet it's a big deal in Boston's mind and I'm so glad that he is beginning to comprehend the things of God!