The husband and I were busy doing things around the house. I was cleaning. organizing clothes, and making dinner. The husband was building a new desk. I could hear myself say "Watch out Rea. Don't touch that Rea. Get away from the stove Rea." Likewise, husband was saying "Don't touch Rea. Put that down Rea." Poor baby just wanted to be with us, but we were too busy doing what we thought was important. She walked back and forth between the kitchen and the living room trying to be involved in what we were doing.
It was then that I heard the husband say "Do you want to help?"
"Uh huh." said Rea.
I stopped what I was doing so I could listen to husband explain to Rea what she could help with. I heard him say things like "Hold these. Hand me one. Not two, just one. This is a hammer. This is how you use it. Do you want to try? Good job. Which piece says F? Can you hand it to me?"
She excitedly ran to the kitchen to show me what she and daddy were doing. She was so proud of herself!
It is moments like this that I love. Having Daddy explain to her what a hammer is and how to use it seems like such a small thing to us, but to a 21 month old it's huge! It's was one of those times when God was saying "Slow down. Be with her. Teach her. Encourage her. This won't last. Cherish it."
I completely agree with you I have to remind myself of this a lot.
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