I used to be so clueless about the world of genders before I had children.
Boys? A complete mystery.
Girls? Why could we be so catty at times?
And though I thought these things in my mid-teenage brain, like any teen, I put up the front that I had all the answers and was just…cool.
But now that I’m a parent of both a little girl and two boys?
Wow. We could talk for hours on the things I’m starting to “get” about boys and girls and ultimately, men and women.
We didn’t shove the princess thing down Susannah’s throat. I wasn’t going to squelch it but I also wasn’t going to force her down that path either. If she arrived there on her own, fine. Of course, guess what? She loved a good princess story and I have several pictures of her in those frilly, tulle dresses pretending to be Belle and Ariel. It was precious and natural and allowed me to see that we girls absolutely have the innate desire to be lovely. To be delighted in. To be the apple of our father’s eye. To twirl in a frilly dress.
When my eldest child recently shared with me that she is done with dressing like a princess, a part of me whimpered.
Not because I don’t want her to grow up and move on but because, admittedly, a part of me doesn’t want her to grow up and move on.
On the other hand, the boys are attracted to any kind of ball, anything with wheels, and any work-vehicle you could possibly imagine.
Before I had these two little people, who I affectionately refer to as “Frick and Frack”, I could not have told you what a skid steer was nor a backhoe loader or a roller. I had never read books about firemen or bugs or John Deere tractors.
What is it about a tractor that mesmerizes a little boy? Sawyer and Solomon will stop their 250 mile per hour speed every single time we see a tractor and stare in awe at the wonder of the whole scene. The big, grooved tires. The plow on the front. The burly man usually occupying the cab.
We will then often launch into a discussion about the various jobs that tractors do – never in all of my 37 years have I thought so much about tractors. And now I know more about them than I ever thought possible.
This past weekend, I shot this photo of sweet little Solomon, stopping dead in his tracks to marvel at the beauty of a tractor virtually right in front of him. He was awestruck. It was almost more excitement than a two year old could possibly handle.
Could this be a desire of his heart? Could it really be that simple?
Sometimes the desires of your heart are big issues like conceiving a child or repairing a marriage or watching someone you love spiral out of control.
And other times, the desires of you heart are just another hour of sleep. That the line to get coffee would be short. That you might see a tractor.
I absolutely believe that God always, always knows just what we need and when we need it – whether it’s a “big” thing or a “small” thing. He is the ultimate minister.
I’m not sure how many plans a two year old can have for his life but God has a plan for him and loves him beyond measure. He reveals Himself through small desires of the heart so that we will learn to trust. To see that He is so good, to watch as a toddler boy delights in the world He created.
I’m leaving tomorrow morning to fly to Harrisburg, PA and attend the Relevant Conference. My roommate will be Erin from Home’s Where My Heart Is and I can’t wait to meet her face-to-face. I’m going on “blogcation” and won’t be posting tomorrow or Friday but I SHOULD be back on Monday. Tuesday at the latest.
I’m pretty sure the world will continue to spin on it’s axis but just wanted to bid you all a great rest of the week and a weekend spent devouring some yummy Apple Pear Gallette….:)