I have one child who is prone to drama more than the other. When I think of how disruptive the drama can be to our family dynamic, I feel sad and despairing and entertain thoughts of what life would look like without such drama.
(Just keeping it real, friends. Don’t freak out.)
But it’s through my relationship with this child – through woo’ing her heart, through not knowing what the hell I’m doing – that I remember how Jesus loves me patiently despite my own angry and rebellious tendencies.
And I hate remembering that, at least at first. I’d prefer that parenting was easier and more fun.
Okay… *easier.* It’s pretty fun already.