Why it's been so long since I've blogged about Savannah.
Savannah can really turn on the charm, and if I'm feeling patient and not too demanding, she complies pretty easily. All in all, I'm sure she'll turn out to be a great person.
But she's three, and ignores me so much, which gets me a whole lot more than the things she's actually doing wrong. Our love for God is shown in our obedience, and I believe that starts with our parents. If we love we obey. My fear is that she and I won't be friends when we're adults, that she won't call, won't write or visit, and she's my girl.
I don't remember contradicting my mother for the sake of it. But with Savannah,
- "Savannah that popcorn is old."
- "No it not," after or while she's eating it.
Every now and then I have a clear moment and know that if all my discipline is motivated by love and patience, then whether or not she loves me won't enter in to it. I don't remember having children so they'd love me. That is, it's understood that they will, but we can't demand it anymore than we can demand friendship from others. I just knew I didn't wanna be old and childless.
I know she has big, pretty blue eyes, and she is mostly sincere with a little mischief in them. When Savannah was little my mother told me she was smarter than I was the way she cut her eyes at Mom to see if Mom was watching her. She still says (right after I love you), "You my best friend."
So besides fatigue, I haven't blogged about her because I keep thinking she's giving me trouble, and do I really wanna blog about all that? But I think maybe I'm staying up too late and waking up too cranky. By the time I get nice, it's after lunch already.
