Monday, May 6, 2013

The Bulldozer

This is my Micah.

He is my middle child.  My strong-wiled bulldozer of a kid.  My intense, imaginative, confrontational, stubborn as all heck, and just downright crazy some days three year old son.

He is a wild man.

He runs around the house, launching himself in to contorted positions as he flails into a heap on the floor, then jumps up and proudly identifies himself as a Transformer.  He is Spiderman, Iron Man, Batman, and Obi Wan Kenobi.  He is a Ninja Turtle, karate master, and fireman.

Someday when the cops ring my doorbell at 3 in the morning I will know exactly which child has prompted their little visit.

Oh, Micah.  God has so much to teach me through you.  Come to think of it, I know that if I were to go back through the past three and a half years of blogging and count the number of posts I have written about parenting that could be classified under the heading of




I'm totally ready to quit this gig

yeah...I'd bet the farm on the fact that the majority of them would pertain to Mr. Micah.

Have you ever heard of The Five Love Languages?  Evan and I read about them back in the early years of our marriage and it completely revolutionized our relationship.  I tell you what, though.  Learning how to apply those same principals to your children is HARD.

Especially when I am a pretty solid "Acts of Service" gal and my middle son is a full throttle "Physical Touch."  I really can't stand Physical Touch people, as a rule.  I like to have my little bubble of personal space left fully intact and I can totally do without all the touchy-touchy stuff.

So of course, I married a Physical Touch man and then gave birth to a Physical Touch son.


And Micah isn't just about the hugs and kisses and stuff.  Oh no.  That's for amateurs.  He shows love by smashing his forehead into my nose, sniffing my neck, licking my face, and tackling me when I'm trying to put my shoes on.  Not gonna lie, it infuriates me a lot of the time and I really have a hard time remembering that when my boy is putting the hurt on me, he is actually trying to tell me he loves me.

In the midst of being such a bullheaded wrecking ball with a temper, Micah is also very sensitive to the power of words.  I'm not proud of some of the things that have come flying out of my mouth when he has pooped in his pants and stuck his hand down the back of his shorts and then used his discovery as paint.  It's easy to get caught up in the moment when he spits in my face while we are shopping and I have to put him in Time Out in the middle of the cosmetics aisle at Target.

When I get riled up and let the anger get the best of me, it comes spilling out in the form of words and tone that are anything but loving.

Then his lip quivers, he voice shrieks, his body shudders and his eyes squeeze shut and the tears start exploding forth.  In between the sobs he pleads with me:

Mommy, stop yelling at me! Please.

It's a dagger to my heart, friends.  It has happened more times than I care to admit and I know that it will likely continue to happen from time to time as my strong-willed son and I do battle over the years to come.  But I'm working on it.  And I absolutely adore the moment that comes when we both calm down and our blood pressure returns to a normal level.  It's only then that we are able to apologize to one another and remember how much love really is there.  I am truly enraptured by this child.

He is a force to be reckoned with.  When I think about how his personality is going to translate into a pre-teen and then a teenager, all I can think is that I already feel genuine pity for the poor soul who tries to tell him he can't do something and gets in the way of something he is determined to do.

We have a lot of hard work ahead of us with our boy here.  His physical strength is formidable and his anger is going to be a struggle for him, but I can already see what an incredible man he has the potential to become.

He's going to be a warrior.

It's our job to make sure he is equipped with the right armor and is fighting the battles that really matter in this world.  My prayer daily is that God will grant me the patience I need for that day and to fill my heart with a desire to really embrace my children for who they are.

Craziness and all.


  1. So interesting how God gives us challenges in the form of people we love to help us grow. I have just added this book to my nightstand and look forward to seeing what my girls are.

    1. Ah yes. Micah certainly brings his own set of challenges that test me daily. :) I know one day I will be able to look back on this season of life and laugh, but right now it is just dang HARD!

      Great book. I know there is a version of it for children, but I haven't read it yet.

  2. I can relate. You are so not alone in this struggle! I have 2 little boys, ages 2 and 5, and there are sometimes days when I feel like I yell more than I talk. I really want to change our behavior and how we communicate with each other when we're angry. Have you read the book Desperate by Sarah Mae and Sally Clarkson? I just started it last week and it brings tears to my eyes every time I pick it up and read some of their stories. It really helps to know that there are other "not-even-close-to-perfect" moms out there who struggle with keeping their cool around their kids. Thanks for sharing and putting yourself out there Sarah! I don't comment often but I'm a loyal blog follower. :)

    1. Bless your heart, Kristin! Boys are their own special brand of crazy, aren't they? :)

      I have heard wonderful things about "Desperate." I actually bought it for my Kindle when it went on sale a little while ago for $3.99, so I do have it on there. As soon as my reading queue shortens a bit, I will have to jump into it. That and "Sparkly Green Earrings."

      Thank you for coming out of hiding and leaving a comment! It always makes me smile to hear a new voice! :)


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