Speaking their (dino) language

(You can read or listen. I aim to please.)

Loving a little boy requires learning to speak his language. And for my four year-old, that language is dinosaurs. Just the other day Danny handed me a terrifying T-Rex toy and said, “Mommy, that you.” I was a little bit offended until he handed me a tiny T-Rex toy and said, “And that me.” While I saw Tyranosaurus toys as scary and not something I wanted to be compared to, my son just saw a mother-child pair and wanted me to see it, too. I guess I should have seen this coming since Danny often gives and receives love through his dinosaurs. Before leaving for preschool the other morning he brought a stegosaurus he has affectionately named “steggy” to his little sister and said, “Bethie, here my dinosaur. You keep it in your room? You see it, you remember me when I at preschool. You not miss me so much?”

(photo by Rebecca Tredway)

It is beautiful to me to see how Danny expresses love through his dinosaurs. It makes me think of how God often uses creation to express his love to me, too. A beautiful sunset, a warm breeze, a tomato fresh from the vine are all ways that God asks me to remember him and his love. When I see the sparrows in our backyard I’m reminded of God’s care for them and how much more he cares for me. I’m thankful that just as I’ve learned to speak Danny’s love language of dinosaurs, God patiently speaks to me in ways he knows I’ll hear.