Our brand new middle child has been feeling the strongest growing pains of any of us since becoming a family of 5, wrought with tantrums and whining and overall neediness for attention. It's totally expected - she's two and she's trying to find her place since she's no longer the baby - but it doesn't make it any less draining.
So after I nursed the baby one afternoon last week, I took her out for a rare solo date. We shared snow cones, and afterwards, I threw out lots of ideas for where we could go. Would she like a new book from the bookstore? A trip to the park? The library? The dollar store?
Every time, her response was the same: "No. I just want to go home."
"Why, Lanie? Don't you want to do something fun with Mommy?" I pleaded with her.
"I jus' want to go to my home," she said. "I missing my bruhvers."
Perhaps the Lord has been working in her little heart more than I gave Him credit.