The terrible twos weren’t so bad in comparison to what age three is looking like for this boy. Ryker is that child. The one who will be happy and content one minute and then out of the blue for seemingly no reason at all is flailing his arms and jumping up and down while screaming incoherently – in the library, the restaurant, the grocery store, the park, the hallway of our normally peaceful church. It doesn’t matter where we are, I am mortified by the stares I get as people witness a child who looks older than he is throwing this type of tantrum. Clayton never had tantrums in this way and so it is uncharted territory for me and navigating through it makes me feel blind.
So my image this week is of an eye. Ryker’s beautiful eye that more often than not seems squeezed tightly together as he works through his growing pains in his own way. These eyes that crinkle when he laughs and plead with me to be patient beyond my limits. I have so much love for these details even in the midst of such a struggling season.