Recently it was one of those beautiful late days of summer where it is still warm and sunny enough to swim and I took the girls to the pool to play date with their best buds. After a lengthy swim, my two-year old wanted a snack and demanded I take her puddle-jumper off to enjoy her goldfish crackers. After a lengthy stay in the sun, Baby Bird decided she wanted to get back in the pool.
“Ok, but you have to put your puddle-jumper back on,” I explained.
“NO! I do it!” she loudly replied.
“No, Baby Bird, you have to put in on, you don’t know how to swim,” I patiently intimated.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO! I DOOOOOO IT!” she wailed.
This is when I thought to myself that this may be an excellent learning opportunity for Baby Bird. Natural consequences friend, natural consequences.
I stood back and said, “By all means sweetheart, YOU do it.”
Confidently, Baby Bird approached the pool stairs. She strutted her stuff down, one, two, three stairs, and then confidently strutted herself straight under the water and sunk like a rock.
I was standing right nearby and snatched her up and out of the pool in seconds asking, “Do you see now why you need your puddle-jumper?”
“Uh-huh,” she sputtered.
Since then, I have thought about my relationship with God. I wonder how often I am standing there like a toddler with my fists balled up screaming, “I DO IT!” I wonder how often he stands by and lets me suffer the natural consequences of my actions. I am so grateful he is always standing by to pick me back up when I sink to the bottom.