“Go dark, Grandma! Go car!” It’s 5:30 a.m. and I’ve come to babysit two-year-old Tina. She doesn’t want me to babysit her. She doesn’t want her mommy to go to work.
She wants to hurt me with her words, and she does.
I put her sharp words behind me and Tina and I spend a happy morning playing.
Then, at lunch, a little hand touches my arm. “Sorry, Grandma!”
“Why are you sorry?” I ask. “Did you hurt Grandma?”
“I hurt Grandma any more, okay?” she promises. “Won’t” isn’t in her two-year-old vocabulary yet, but Tina’s meaning is clear. Her conscience—or may I say her Father in Heaven?—has been working in her.
I lift up a prayer of gratitude.
Later that afternoon, we play in the bedroom. After awhile Tina grows quiet and curls up in her toy box. I suspect she wants to go to sleep, but don’t want to leave if she still wants me there. I wait quietly.
“Go play, Grandma,” she says. Kind words, tactful words from a little girl who’s ready to sleep.
I leave the room, heart full of gratitude, and Tina drifts off to sleep.
“Even a child is known by his doings” Proverbs 20:11