Oh, this boy!
It's no secret that I love him fiercely.
I mean big time!
Half years are hard with him.
A wise woman once told me that a child's half birthday often brings about tough emotional changes. I've seen it happen annually since he was 18 months old (the worst by far), and I thought maybe we'd gotten away from 5.5 without it.
I just showed up about a month late.
I still love him fiercely of course, but at those half-birthday marks I find myself having to love him more patiently, more deeply, more intentionally, more sincerely when he goes through these "growth spurts".
He is learning and asserting his independence. Translation: He is disobedient.
He is learning and expanding his mind and his ideas. Translation: He doubts and questions me.
He is learning to articulate his thoughts more clearly. Translation: He is argues.
And I know that God is growing him and moving in his heart. And God is doing the same for me.
Thanks be to God.