Dear God...

Dear God,
Today was tough. Yesterday was tough, and the day before that? It was tough too. This has been a very long week and it's only Wednesday. I need your help.

Remember that baby boy I begged you for? You know, the one I prayed for every time I saw blue or a newborn baby boy or a pregnant woman...yeah, that one. First, thanks for answering my prayers, but I don't know what to do with him now that I have him. Maybe when I prayed he would be like his daddy, be healthy and strong, and a man after Your heart, Lord, I should have given more detail...been more specific.

Maybe I should have prayed he wouldn't be high-strung the way his daddy was as a young boy, adventurous and unafraid of running in the street like his daddy was. Maybe I should have prayed he wouldn't be so strong that his "I wanna fight" punch would leave a bruise on my arm, or leave his sister in tears whenever he was feeling like a "boxer". And hey Lord, he knows when we say it's time to say prayers that it means bedtime so he says, "No prayers, no prayers." But he does remind us to say grace before each meal, but that's more so he can dig into whatever he has in front of him for breakfast/lunch/dinner. I don't know Lord, but this boy You gave me is a doozy.

I remember praying, too, that the son You gave me would love women. Boy should I have filtered that request. He lo-oves women, their legs, their backs, and every other curvaceous part that makes women women...imagine my dismay invisioning him as a teenager. I'm going to be asking for your help a lot, and I'm asking now and he's only 2 1/2.

Lord, I'm so tempted to find employment (that pays) so I can take a daily mini-vacation from my son, but I know it was Your guidance and my perserverance through the tough toddler years that made Jay the wonderful child she is today (have I said Thank You for her lately?). I owe it to my son to give him the same perserverance...but God, I'm going to need Your help. I think I'll need even more help with him. You've seen him in action, You know him...You made him. Thank You for the little boy he is, now if You could just show me how to best handle his tantrums, his frowny-I'm MAD faces, and the constant need to hit or kick someone or something. I will be forever grateful.

In Your name I pray, Amen.