Trusting

Yesterday, K, a.k.a baby #1 threw a big tantrum. When we got home, the hubby had make a wonderful stir-fry dinner. Now in baby #1’s head, this was not the dinner he was expecting. After all we had had kale the night before.  I have to say one of the hardest things about raising K is his poor eating habits. He thinks he’s doing me a favor when he eats green things. I say things because by the look on his face you would think I was poisoning him. 

Anyhow, I have learnt to ignore his grimaces and painful expressions which last way too long for dinner. He will give a 15 minute story to avoid eating the “things”, after which he will then utter either they are cold, or he is done or he can’t eat anymore. Ugh..and sometimes we will battle and sometimes I just can’t and let it go. 

Yesterday however was different, since we came home much later than usual, he didn’t have time to have a snack before dinner (which I’m considering eliminating but that’s a whole other story). He reached for the snack and I promptly informed him that it was already dinner time. He then did what he always does: inspect the dinner contents. What followed, I was not prepared for-  a full on back to terrible-twos nasty cry and tantrum: “Why do we have to eat this food? It’s not good…sob…sob…I ate greens yesterday…sob…” running to his room and sobbing. I ignored this whole drama and when he noticed that no attention was being given, he increased the volume…lol. This was a new tactic. Usually he doesn’t cry, just has a long face. After few minutes of him hollering and the hubby and I laughing over this debacle, I finally walked to his room and asked him what the problem was…you know just in case I  was misreading the situation. Nope, it was the “bad” food.  I explained, or tried to at least state that this is the food we were eating, he might like it since it’s stir fry that he needed to calm down and be down for dinner in 10 minutes. Some of these things, I just don’t know. Let’s say I winged it. He came down when he realized we needed to eat so we could watch the Bulls playoff game.

He made faces at the dinner. Then he started eating, realizing that it was not as bad as he anticipated but of course, he wasn’t going to admit this. Dinner was actually pleasant.  Let’s just say that he finished his entire plate. We did do a back and forth over one piece of cauliflower at the end but I have been on the theme of not wasting food so he ate it. 

The night ended well- other than the Bulls loosing that is. I hope baby #2 eats way better...sigh.

Of course I was going to relate this to my spiritual life! How many times do I pray for something, but when I look at what God has provided, I pout, throw a tantrum and get mad at God for not providing what I WANTED. Then I start to “eat” what is on the table and realize that God was right all along. He provided just what I NEEDED. Lord help me to trust you always.

Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;  in all your ways submit to him, and he will direct your paths.