A standing rule in our home is no toys in the kitchen. Our kitchen is quite small and when I am bustling about preparing dinner the odd toy underfoot could be disastrous. Another hard and fast rule is the kids have to stay away from the stove. It does not matter if I am cooking or not. The stove is off-limits.
Our two-year-old enjoys pushing these rules. He will frequently test me to see if I have changed my mind. On one particular day, I removed a hot casserole dish from the oven and set it on top of the stove. He ran into the kitchen giggling and slapped his palm onto the hot casserole dish. There was a slight delayed reaction. The first look on his face was victory, the second, pain.
He learned the hard way.
Our middle child likes to tip his chair back onto two legs and balance it. Sometimes he will give it a gentle rock, sometimes he holds it still.
Repeatedly I have stated that tipping the chair is dangerous. I’ve told him it could fall. I’ve told him it hurts to fall.
See where I’m going? He learned the hard way.
Recently God graciously reminded me that I am not much different. I learn so many truths plainly presented in scripture the hard way.
So as I gently remind my children that life is easier if they obey and if they trust I have their best interests at heart, God reminds me of the same truth.