Our third bedroom is now empty. Again. Another set of visitors has come and gone! But we did make the most of the Roberts' long weekend visit! We had such a good time with them!
Our last day was spent at home. We took many pictures. We exchanged Christmas gifts. We enjoyed one last dinner together. We took pictures with the Santa Cow. And we hugged goodbye at the airport (ok...and maybe the ladies shed a tear or two!) I'm still waiting to hear that they made it home safe and sound (their flight left at 7:15pm...still not home yet at 11:15pm!) We are so thankful for them and their friendship! We love us some Roberts! :)
If I could title this blog something else today, it would be "Success!" This morning, as soon as we got up and started the day, Cayman had a big meltdown. Over chocolate milk. It lasted for 30 minutes. At least. Cayman asked me for chocolate milk. I, mostly joking but partly serious as well, told him he should ask Aunt Jenn Jenn if she wanted some chocolate milk too. (We're working on sharing.) Cayman said, "NO!" extremely rudely! I tried again. "Cayman, if you want your cup of chocolate milk, I'd like you to offer some to our company. We share everything with our company." "No I do not." This went on and on until he finally threw himself down in a fit. I took him to his bedroom to let him cool off a bit. Usually, he stays in his bed until he's screaming, "Mom, I all done crying! I all done crying!" Today, he just screamed and cried and screamed some more. I was miserable! Partly because we had company, and I knew they didn't want to listen to Cayman screaming bloody murder. But I was also miserable because I had to punish him over something so small! But I was determined to stick to my guns and not give in. He was not getting any chocolate milk until he offered to share some with our company. Eventually, he walked out of his room, still whimpering a bit. I asked him if he was ready to share his chocolate milk. He said, "no." So I said, "Ok, you can come over here and eat your cereal, but no chocolate milk until you offer some to Uncle Kyle or Aunt Jenn Jenn." We sat at the table with Kyle, all eating our breakfast together, and all of a sudden, Cayman said, "Chocolate milk, Kyle?" Kyle said, "I think he just said it, Alyson." I said, "Cayman, can you say, 'Would you like some chocolate milk, Uncle Kyle?'" He repeated me word for word. I started cheering. Uncle Kyle started cheering. Jennifer came all the way across the house cheering for Cayman, giving him high fives. It was great. I felt so victorious! I was so proud of myself for sticking to it and not giving in even when it was embarrassingly difficult not to!
Tonight after I relayed the story to Ian (he had not been home to experience the whole situation), it made me think about how similar this situation is to others in our lives. Often the Lord encourages us to share what He's given us. More times than not, and for whatever reason, we refuse to share those things. I feel like sometimes, the Lord just sits back and says, "Alyson, I'm not going to give you ________ until you can share what I've already given you. I'm just going to wait until you're ready!" Sometimes I throw myself down on the floor and loudly throw a fit, hoping that the Lord will just get tired of hearing me complain and just give me everything my heart desires. Other times, I may just go sit in a corner, suffering in quiet, wondering why in the world the Lord just won't give me the things that I want! Instead, I should be generously serving Him while I wait for His perfect timing. No more fits, Alyson. No more complaining! Just serve. Serve and share what the Lord has given you.
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