After having friends visit over the last week with their two year old son, I can’t help but think of that season.
The season of boundaries and limits and pushing and tantrums.
The season of exploration and joy and innocence and wonder and fearlessness.
The season of fatigue and diaper expenses and worry and dateless nights.
I used to think that the hardest stage of our marriage was because we our babies were so close in age…55 weeks apart. I thought it was because money was tight and his career was just starting. I thought it was because we were thousands of miles from grandparents and we didn’t know how to be parents yet.
I was reminded this week that it was just a season. It was a season of learning that becoming an adult had nothing to do with our careers but everything to do with becoming better people. People who had to learn how to love other human beings, very little human beings, more than anything else…except each other.
We had to put the oxygen mask on our marriage first, so that we could do every. single. thing. those little humans demanded. Food and diaper changes yes, but love and knowledge and grace.
We had to learn to give each other grace so we could exemplify to our children what God had given us.
Maybe your season is back-to-school. Maybe your season is infancy. Maybe your season is empty-nest. Maybe your season is newly-licensed-driver.
All of us are in the season of grace. Who do you know that needs that grace today?