I have learned many life lessons from a four-year-old (although some were learned when she was one, two, and three).I love Madison dearly. I am very supportive of her, treat her with respect, attempt to resolve her problems quickly, and teach her to take initiative and assume responsibility for her actions. Recently, I noticed that she is becoming more independent. A few days ago I tried to help her climb into the truck. She pulled her hand away and announced, “I got it!” Then as I tried to help her buckle the seatbelt she reminded me – “Dad, I got it!” One day we were riding in the car - she picked up my iPhone, entered my password, selected a program, and started using the application – followed by, “See dad, I got it.” Even as I am typing, Sarah is trying to help Madison with a mug of hot chocolate. Madison moved it away and assured her – “I got it!” (I don’t think Sarah was convinced.)
Madison’s newly found independence has caused me to rethink my own responses to God’s direction in my life. Though He always knows what is best for me, I occasionally pull away and insist, “I got it”. He generally lets me have my way until I realize His way was better. In these moments, I really don’t “got it”, yet in His love and mercy He is letting me grow to be more like Him. And I’m getting it.
