‘Then what we gonna do?’

Photo by Jenn Hall King Photography in October 2012.

“Momma, what we gonna do?” my 3-year-old boy asks when I pick up from school, before he goes to bed, and when he wakes up. He’s carefree, fearless second-born child and this need-for-a-plan mentality surprises me from him. His 6-year-old sister has been asking for a plan for as long as I can remember. He’s probably learning it from her. But, still, it surprises me he cares. And it surprises me even more he remembers.

So I tell him, “You’re going to take a nap when we get home.”

Almost immediately, he asks again. “Then what we gonna do?”

Annoyed by the repetitiveness, I list things in order. …

As soon as I consider myself annoyed, I realize that’s ridiculous. I do the exact same thing with God. I may be 11 times my boy’s age, but I still lead a busy, messy life. …

{Join me at (in)courage today to read what comes next!}

(in)courage is one of my favorite blogs, so I’m super excited about posting there. I wrote the post you’re reading today in January. The message remains true. And my boy still asks “What we gonna do” countless times a day. Good news is he’s decided wearing big boy underwear and using the potty really is better than diapers. Whew.