Tonight Ray & EmmaLee & kids came over to watch the BYU game/disaster, and after they left, we tried to get Matthew to pick up his LEGOs. He refused & put up a bit of a fight, so we eventually just put him in bed and told him he wouldn't have LEGOs tomorrow. He was really tired by that point, so I think he was just happy to get into bed, but I was pretty frustrated. My biggest challenge as a parent right now is keeping calm in those kinds of situations, and I'm sure I reacted a bit harshly.
A little bit later, I heard a familiar "Daddy!" from his room, and I found him standing in his crib asking to get out. I told him he couldn't, and he asked for milk instead. When I brought it in, he was sitting in his crib, and as I handed it to him I told him that I loved him. He got up, gave me a kiss, and then laid back down. He basically melted away any frustration I had, and I was reminded of how much I love that little child of mine. We are told to become like little children, and tonight Matthew taught me a bit about what that means.
