And He Clothed Them

Have I told you about the time Wesley had woken up from nap and Daniel asked if he could go and play with Wesley, which meant throw stuffed animals into the crib so that Wesley could throw them back out, only to repeat time and time again with large amounts of laughter? No? Well, that is how it started……..and then I realized how much laughing was going on and how long it had actually been, so I went upstairs to check on them. Turns out, the copious laughter was nothing when in comparison to the amount of baby powder sprinkled all over the room, along with every item of clothing taken out of Wesley’s dresser and all toys from the book shelves thrown on the floor. Oh, and diaper rash cream was rubbed all over the carpet.

All this with giggles galore emitting from the room. Let me just tell you though, when Momma walked into the room, she was not laughing. Did I yell? No. Did I want to yell? Yes. But I managed control this time and sent Daniel to sit in his room on his bed while I calmed down……and called Daddy so I could complain. Next, we began the cleaning process.

How about the time Daniel decided to wake up early, come downstairs, and sneak around the house, getting into items he knew he shouldn’t? Usurping my makeup bag off the bathroom counter, he took out the mascara and artistically painted his foot. He also grabbed my lipstick and covered his mouth. For a nice morning meal, he stole cookies out of the pantry and quietly nibbled on them while I continued to snooze in the bed.

I scolded him for doing what he knew was wrong. I sat in the floor next to him,on the verge of tears, flabbergasted from the scene that I woke to that morning. Together, we began to scrub his foot in attempts to wipe away the ebony streaks.

I’ve mentioned his thievery. I’ve cried because he pulled all the petals off of my houseplant while I thought he was napping. I yelled at him the morning I took a shower and he and his brother made that a prime opportunity to push the water dispenser on the fridge until there was 2 inches of crisp, cold water all over my kitchen floor, not to mention soaking wet kids and toys swimming in a new aquatic environment. Together with my husband, I have stood astounded when we discovered Daniel in the midst of a “game” that involved his own feces, wondering what in the world might have possessed him to think, even for a single solitary moment, that it was a good idea. I have certainly sighed at the messes my boys have made and the trouble they have caused, knowing a lot of work and effort would be involved in cleaning.

And you know what happened every single time? I still loved them. I may have gotten angry, my blood pressure might have risen, time was certainly lost, products were wasted, plants killed, and tears shed but the love was always there.

Why does the love always remain? Because He, Christ, first did that very thing for me.

When Adam and Eve messed up royally, changing the course for all man kind by their actions, God got angry and he punished them for their actions. The ground was cursed for every man because of Adam. Every woman was doled a punishment because of Eve.
God was upset. He observed the mess, and while completely exasperated by their actions, asked “What is this you have done?”

He scolded and sighed, and I am going to bet he cried.

Then, after His children did something bad, God did the following:

“The Lord God made garments for Adam and his wife, and He clothed them.” Genesis 3:21

Now that is love.

So, even when the mess is great, the trouble is large, and stress over the situation is ripping us apart at the seams, we clothe our dear children.

They will still be punished, and things may never return back to the way they were 5 minutes before the event.

Regardless, we parents are called to clothe them, because He first clothed us.

9 thoughts on “And He Clothed Them

  1. What a great reminder, Summer. Wow–you have one little boy who loves to get into things! I’m impressed you have some pictures of the incidents!

    1. Dana: I take pictures so that I can later prove to them that I am not making up all this craziness that they did! :O)

  2. For the most part, I cannot relate to this because I have skipped this whole part of CJ’s life. However, I remember when he was 12, (almost a teen, yet a child) would throw the dogs out the window and then climb out and back in through the same window in his bedroom. I thought that was crazy then.
    And I can remember the stories my mom would tell me. She said I poured all my baby dolls a bowl of cereal just so I could get the toy out of the bottom of the cereal box because I had to eat all the cereal before I got the toy.
    My sister was found eating cigarettes behind a chair once, while young.
    I think God has our children do crazy things just so we can laugh about it later on!!

  3. Wow, Summer, I know I shouldn’t laugh, but that is hilarious. I know we will have similar experiences in our household. I just hope I will find the humor while it is happening.

  4. For posterity’s sake, I present my FB comments:
    Patricia: my girls are the same way, but as they get older you will cherish those memories, maybe even be able to laugh about some of them, love readng your stories, you should write a book about your adventures.

    Amanda R: This made me laugh so hard – I can visualize each scenario…. Wow – messy, crazy, and whatever, it’s amazing how you can love two little beings so much! I miss you and those boys!! :)

    Tiffany H: That looks like 14 tubes of mascara on his foot!!

    Amber J: Children are a force of nature. I am continually amazed by the sheer magnitude of the destruction following in the wake of small children! And they still manage to look so utterly precious and adorable while wreaking havoc on the world as we know it!

    Naomi: Oh Wow! I am having a very hard time imagining my sweet little 9 month old getting into that much mischief! Thankfully I have friends who right extremely entertaining and wise blogs so I can semi prepare myself for the not-so-distant future! :)

  5. Reblogged this on The V Files and commented:

    Although I am the owner of a ton of chapstick, I possess just two tubes of lipstick.

    A week ago, Hazel found one of those tubes inside my purse. As we sat together on my bed, She was babbling away about something and I was playing on my phone a game of Words with Friends. I look up from my phone to see our bedspread covered in a reddish/pinkish color. Immediately, I uttered, “oh God!” cause I was at first thinking it was blood. Turns out, it was one of those tubes of lipstick. She was stripped of clothes and thrown in the tub while I snapped a quick photo and Googled “lipstick stains” while sitting next to her while she splashed away. I quickly called Thomas and told him to bring home alcohol. I specified the rubbing kind, although the drinking kind was strongly needed too.

    Surprisingly, the stain came out, and I was ridiculously pleased. The second tube of lipstick was placed in my purse and life went on as normal.

    Today, Hazel was quiet. And as any mom knows, quiet means “up to no good.” I hunted her down in our bedroom (why oh why can we not 100% remember to close the doors!?!?). There she sat on our carpet, in a puddle of that same reddish/pinkish color. Repeat the tub scenario, minus the Googling, cause this time I already knew what to do, being she just did it a week before.

    I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry. I ended up texting a few friends the pics, cause it helped soften the aggravation. We all chuckled together.

    Both times, however, I was reminded of this oldie but goodie blog post. With the second incident being so close to the first, I figured I better share this post again, in order to remind me of the truth…….so as to not lose my sanity with this precious third child!

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