Tonight he was crying and very upset that it was 802 and I have to admit, I got angry with him about it. It's like enough already. Mommy read one minute too long and now you have to brush your teeth...just CHILL OUT. Bedtime is NOT worth this much stress. And then I calmed down, got him to calm down, and then we talked...while he was stressing about what time it was... (yeah I know not great timing). But I told him that God tells us over and over again that we are to TRUST in him. not ourselves, not someone else, HIM. Just him in EVERYTHING.
I think he understood a bit, but he still stressed about me getting out of his room so that he can get to sleep RIGHT NOW.
As I ruminated on this with my hubby as this is becoming a fair issue for me at least. I stress because my son is stressing. it's stupid I know. Anyways, here I was folding laundry and thinking and I came upon the idea that just like my son is stressing about his bedtime and worrying about what HE can do to make it all work out just right so he's in bed on time, so I've been stressing about helping him NOT stress about this. I've been doing the very thing I told him was doing...making bad choices about who I trust.
And so I said to my hubby... Hmm.. maybe this is part of what is going on here. Maybe God is teaching me another way that I can learn to lean on him. To trust HIM more and myself less. This NEEDS to be a matter of God. not my figuring. Just God's figuring. I need to pray more and stress less. That's what trusting God is. It's talking to him and knowing (even when it isn't clear) that he will make things right.
Certainly something to think on eh?