I am so proud of my sweet baby Maverick. He decided to do all of his growing up this week! Seriously, he's hit so many milestones this week. (I think he was trying to make it easy on me for recording things in his baby book).
His precious milestones have me thinking. Its funny how proud Kyle and I are of Maverick for doing the most simple things. He started clapping his hands on the day he turned eight months old. 5 days later he (finally) started crawling! That very same day he started making kissing faces, and took three steps while holding my hands. This morning he added a third word to his vocabulary ("this"... Which is his brothers favorite!).
Although these things are completely normal in the day to day of adults, they are huge for my tiny eight month old.
I'm proud of him. Immensly proud. He's brilliant and grown up to me in so many ways.
I think God sees us like this. He is equally or even more proud of us when we hit milestones.. When we finally let go of pain and anger, when we take those negative thoughts captive, when we walk away from gossip, when we pray through our frustration in the peace and joy that can only come from Christ.
We grow.. In little ways that aren't huge for a perfect God, but that are huge for imperfect people like us.
He's proud when we grow like I'm proud when mavy rolls over and pops up on his tiny hands and knees.
It might not mean much to anyone else but it matters a great deal to me that I could make my Father proud. Simply because He is holy and I am not.
I'm grateful for His father heart towards me.
As a mother, I understand that immense pride in your child's achievements. As my children have grown into the adults they are, I am amazed at what they have become. In spite of all the mistakes I made in rearing then to be good people, caring, loving, and most of all, in a relationship with God, I am amazed at what they each have achieved toward the goals they have set for themselves.
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