A lesson in comfort
Yet you are he who took me from the womb;
you made me trust you at my mother's breasts.
(Psalm 22:9, ESV)
As one whom his mother comforts,
so I will comfort you;
so I will comfort you;
(Isaiah 66:13a, ESV)
Isn't it amazing that God compares himself to mothers? We've been struggling with sleep patterns lately. The past couple of days, my 21-month old has been fighting off nap time and bedtime with a vengeance. I mean screaming bloody murder at the top of his lungs type of vengeance. If Daddy or I picked him up, he would stop his screaming. We also suspect the 2-year molars are part of the problem, and have been giving him the meds. But those are apparently not enough.
There are times for self-soothing. But it's interesting that the Psalmist didn't say, "you are he who took me from the womb, you made me cry it out while my mother listened from a nearby tent to teach me to survive."
Likewise, there's the verse in Isaiah. It doesn't say when the mother comforted, or that she stopped comforting at a specific age, but clearly God expects mothers to comfort their child. And He promised that comfort to His children. (In spite of the number of times they had protested, turned away, thrown tantrums, or just the fact that they really needed to grow up.)
Now, I do believe there are times when a baby or toddler needs to self soothe. But today, after days of fighting this battle and then today, breaking down into tears (in my room, where the little one couldn't see or hear me as he wailed through the walls), the theme of these verses came to mind. And when little brat, I mean sweet but needy Buddy, who had thrown his sippy to the floor, been given his pain reliever, and been left to go to sleep for a greatly needed nap awoke after maybe 30 minutes of sleeping, decided he NEEDED Mommy, I decided that for some reason, he NEEDED me, too, and this was not just a battle of the wills. And I held him. And rocked him back to sleep.
And held him for another 40 minutes until he woke up peacefully and looked at me, a sweet, smiling copy of photographs of his Daddy at the same age. It was good for both of us. In fact, he's grown into such a big boy that I can't remember the last time my little wrestler actually slept in my arms for even 5 minutes. Apparently I needed to be reminded that he is still a baby, and sometimes what a baby needs most is Mama.
And held him for another 40 minutes until he woke up peacefully and looked at me, a sweet, smiling copy of photographs of his Daddy at the same age. It was good for both of us. In fact, he's grown into such a big boy that I can't remember the last time my little wrestler actually slept in my arms for even 5 minutes. Apparently I needed to be reminded that he is still a baby, and sometimes what a baby needs most is Mama.




















