Wow. God is really birthing more in me than just a baby right now. Just as this tot is growing by the day, I really feel that God is working some really cool things inside me. Oh how I wish I could disclose all that incredible stuff right now, but, quite frankly, I haven’t the energy. Not today. Yes, it takes more energy to share from the deepest parts of me than it does to show you pictures like this.
Anna loves to role play with her Barbies and their horses. Of course, it IS her game, and she tells me exactly what my Barbie character should say when I play with her. Her storyline began to concern me when she suggested that the Barbies pretend their parents were dead.
“Uh, Anna, I don’t like that story. We’re not playing that,” I told her.
“Well, then. Their parents are invisible,” she compromised.
I wasn’t certain where this thought pattern was coming from, but I ceded and let her live in Annaville.
We continued to play when I noticed she had gotten creative with the scissors again. Notice the horse’s mane. Or lack of mane.
Then, I saw noticed where she had cut one of the Barbie’s bangs. This just settled the age old question within me of “should I cut bangs or not?”
Um, not.
To be honest, I don’t LOVE playing Barbies. Especially, when my Barbie never says the “right things.” My four year old reminds me it is her game, and subsequently tells me everysingleword to say.
But, I play anyway.
I’m hoping that if I play with her now, she’ll come to me later.
I have to deposit, deposit, deposit into my children. I’m sure to make a withdrawal down the road and have to say “I was wrong.” So, I need to invest as much as I can.
So, I become a safe place for her.
To come to me for anything.
And, with anything.
Know what I mean?
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go talk to my invisible parents.
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