Year 3 of Little M's life has been characterized by a series of cycles - peaceful lull - fierce battle for independence (hers and mine :P). The former is Little M as her generally sweet, chatter-box, affectionate, good natured self. The latter - all this wrapped into spirited expressions of emotion (aka - tantrum!!).
At first I found these exhausting and confusing (I still find them exhausting and confusing!) but the more we both grow, the more I value the emergence of character, personality and independence that the stormy times bring. In her life, but also in mine.
Isn't that the way it goes?
If it weren't for the rain, we wouldn't have rainbows.
If it weren't for trials, we would never have to grow.
If it weren't for our finite and brokeness, we wouldn't need God.
“I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.” Og Mandino