Little piranhas

The nurse told us she didn't have any worries about our daughter being able to breastfeed well when we went home, because "She's a little piranha."

It sure seems like that has come true, because she has steadily gained weight and grown --- putting her off of the growth chart for her age. Nate jokes that I feed her gravy.

This morning, I wasn't getting ready to feed her quite quick enough for her liking, which happens quite often, and she started wailing. I had her in my arms, I had the breastfeeding pillow, she should have known that she'd have what she wanted soon and that I haven't let her starve yet, but she still couldn't quite help but crying that she didn't have what she wanted right when she wanted it.

I looked at her as she calmed as soon as she started to eat and wondered if that's how God sees us.

He is a mature adult, much wiser than we are. He looks at us like a wailing baby, when we act like we know best and want what we want when we want it.

"I'm working on it for you," I bet he says. "Can't you see that I'm solving the problem for you? It just takes some time."

But we wail anyway. Even though he has never let us down before, we still want what we want when we want it.

The good thing is, when I look at my daughter as she wails, I smile. I never thought a crying baby would make me smile, but she's so adorable and I love her so much that even her cries are cute. Plus, it's almost comical that she can't wait a few seconds for me to provide for her.

I'm guessing God looks at us the same way. He knows that our brains aren't developed enough to see that he's working on our problems, to see that he is taking care of us, to see that we have nothing to worry about. He smiles, because he loves us. He doesn't mind that we sometimes cry out to him, because he created us and wants to take care of us.

And he is.

Even if we're piranhas and want what we want when we want it.