Day 10,11,12,13

John 7:33
Jesus said, "I am with you for only a short time, and then I go to the one who sent me.
Galatians 5:22
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
Colossians 1:11
being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience

Well my last few days were away from computer.  I took a long jump across the pond (the pond that is Washington) and traveled back to Lake Tapps to visit my parents.  For me the sheer thought of traveling in the car for five hours or so with a two year old and four month old terrified me.  My sweet mother-in-law traveled with me.  On Thursday the drive was a lesson on time.  Time is relative or some may say, but to a two year old it is measured in a short attention span and to a four month old it is measured in how long until my next feeding or poop.  I prayed thoroughly for the trip and to my chagrin it was excellent.  My mother in law packed a bag for Wyatt filled with crafts and games from the dollar store.  He loved the trip!  He loved the crafts and we made it over in five hours on the dot.  This was a lesson in time, and how to fill time instead of stress out about too much time, or not enough time, or what to do with my time. 
Day two was a lesson in patience, not so much for me but for Wyatt.  The boys woke early and had a delicious egg breakfast prepared by Grandpa Rico.  Then we decided to go golfing, with the hopes that Wyatt would make it a few holes.  To my surprise Wyatt made it all nine holes and cried when we had to go home.  He helped drive the cart, had his own yellow golf ball that he held the entire time, and was very good at standing next to grandpa and watching all the action.  Wyatt has one speed and it is usually all fast all the time.  But to see him go golfing and stand quiet and patient while they tee'd off, drove, and putted was amazing to watch.  He wanted to be a big boy and be involved so much that he reflected that in his behavior.  It also showed me that anything is possible.
Endurance is the last thing that I was taught.  While visiting the rents I stayed with Camden at my mom's house while Wyatt stayed at an over nighter with grandpa down the street.  Camden, my four month old, is so sweet.  He is the biggest lover and cuddler that I have ever met.  He eats well (96th percentile) and sleeps like a gem.  He adheres to a pretty tight schedule that I am a fan of because it leaves me with little surprises.  But the last night of visiting he threw me for a loop, he was acting fussy and about ready for bed so I changed him and got him ready.  As I sat down to feed him he erupted with a wail of tear and screaming.  I sat him up and started to rock him once settled I tried to feed him again, that did not go any better in fact I think the decibel level was higher the second time.  I checked him over, no fever, nothing pinching him, tried to work out some toots with leg exercises but nothing seemed to work, poor little man just seemed to be getting fussier and fussier.  I walked with him, bounced him, sat and listened to the sound of the fountain outside, and he finally calmed.  But then I made the mistake of seeing if he wanted to feed again.  That was a big old ear rippling NOOOOO!!!!!!!  To make a long story short the night consisted of me, my mom, and grandpa eddie taking turns pacing and lulling Camden to sleep.  After we got him down, two hours later, he slept through the night like a gem and started his schedule as usual with boobie breakfast at 5am.  That was the a lesson in patience to be remembered.

As I put this weekend in my rear view mirror I can reflect on my amazing lessons in time, patience, and endurance.  I thank God for each lesson for it made me appreciate what I have been blessed with a hundred times over.