We're learning about boundaries here in the Rogers household.
He looks at me through mesh with accusing eyes.
His mind does connect much yet, but he does remember that batting those baby blues usually gets him somewhere.
He needs to know, however, that though he's capable of exploring, boundaries are wise, even if they're not always fun.
I see our future laid out ahead of us. His pleading eyes and pouty lip. Reminding myself that I'm laying a foundation. Hoping that some day he'll put his own boundaries in place.
Today, I'm keeping his head safe. Later, it'll be his heart.
When he grows, when he's older, he'll need boundaries to guard his thoughts, his relationships, his time, and he'll need them to achieve the balance that God desires.
As I give him boundaries, I remember that all things are permissible, but not all things are helpful.
And I tell myself that I need to guard my thoughts, my relationships, my time to stay healthy, to stay balanced.
My Father keeps me safe when He tells me to flee the bad and focus on the lovely.
And I think, Hey! Maybe we're both learning!
Or, um, maybe it's just me.
We'll keep working on it.