The other night I was laying down with Sam. Yes I know, this is a terrible practice, but I’m afraid we are terrible parents and do it every night. On the one hand, it is extremely disruptive to have to lay down with your child to get them to sleep. Ah, but on the other hand it is a little piece of heaven. Sam is such a darling little snuggler and he is growing up so fast. I don’t see myself ever regretting this as wasted time.
Anyway, Sam was laying there practicing counting, which he does in English and Spanish, thanks to Dora the Explorer. He was holding up his pudgy little hand and trying to make his fingers disappear into his fist as he counted them. He was whispering the numbers to himself and I was just laying next to him, watching. Unfortunately Sam’s fingers weren’t cooperating. With two-year-old dexterity, he just couldn’t get his third and fourth fingers to do what he wanted. So he just decided he’d yell at them in an angry and indignant voice: “Hey!” Then he started over with the counting. But his little fingers were stubborn, folding down before he wanted them to. “Hey!” he yelled out again. He must have done this four or five times, getting more and more frustrated before I jumped in to help.
Spiritually, many of us are like Sam. We try the same task that we just aren’t ready for.
But we need to graduate to solid food. We need to recognize our own limitations, not by angrily berating ourselves with “Hey!”