Our now-3-year-old, Ethan, loves emulating those he loves (for good or bad). I was recently giving Cora a bath in her tub, and Ethan decided he wanted to help and so sat in the larger bath tub, so he could help me wash her. After I got her out and was drying her off, etc., I hear Ethan calling for me to take off his shirt and pull-up (yes, we've regressed in the potty-training arena). I asked him why, and he replied, "I want to take a baph, like Cowa" (no, he still can't say his "th"s and his "r"s)...so he did.
Later that week, he asked Matt to help him get on the potty a new way...come to find out, he wanted to pee exactly like his cousin, Will, sitting backwards on the potty. Whatever works, right?
All of this has made me think about my own life and relationship with God...kids have a way of illustrating this relationship so perfectly. I've wondered if I am that enthusiastic about imitating the One I claim to love so much, as well as imitating those who follow Him closely. Yes, it often looks silly or seems illogical, but there's something inexplicably satisfying about knowing I'm copying (or trying to copy) the behavior of the only wise and good One who has ever lived. Thanks, Ethan, for always showing me myself and to God for showing me Him in this journey we call parenting.