A Big Fit.

Yesterday, I had to go to the mall to find Justin a birthday present. I knew exactly what I was looking for, so it wasn't going to be a long shopping trip, but I had to go in regardless. Most the time Jaxon is an absolute angel while I shop. He rides in his stroller like a champ. Most of the time. Yesterday, however, was not one of those days.



I got him out of the carseat and placed him in his stroller. He started thrashing and kicking like a mad man. I managed to get him strapped him, meanwhile breaking a sweat in like 60 degree weather because of the effort I had to give. As I walked toward the doors of the mall, he continued to act like a possessed child. People were staring at me. A few times I thought about turning around and heading back to the car. But I was determined that he would not get his way. I do not want him to believe in any way that by throwing a fit, he will get what he wants. So I kept walking. I thought to myself, "Why is he acting like this?" "Has he lost his mind?" "These people probably think that my child is a lunatic." Finally, I couldn't take it any more. I pulled the stroller over and picked him up. Immediately, the crying stopped. He laid his head down on my shoulder, and closed his eyes. His heart was racing and he couldn't catch his breath. I held him, rubbed his back and told him that it was okay.



And my mind went to my Heavenly Father. Isn't this what He does for me so so so many times. I kick, I thrash, I want my way! He thinks "What is wrong with her?" "Why is she acting like this?" "Has she lost her mind?" He lets me throw a fit until He can't stand it anymore, then He picks me up. I stop crying and lay my head on His big daddy-sized shoulder and close my eyes, as I try to catch my breath. He rubs my back and tells me that it will be okay...



He's done this for me so many times, and in the moments that I stop and catch myself comforting my son, I think about how He comforts me. I have an amazing Daddy. And I want to reflect Him and His goodness to my child.