When Elliot turned one, he was given a shape sorter for his birthday. Despite our best efforts to interest him in it, he never played with it. But 4 years down the track, it’s getting a workout. Our little Callum loves this kind of play. Clearly a different character to his older brother. And to his mother! The other day he went into the pantry and took everything off the shelves so he could line it up neater.
There’s a great joy in discovering the different personalities and preferences of your children. There are so many things that I love about Elliot, and points of connection for him and me: his verbal nature and love of words and narrative, his physicality and expressiveness, his dramatic flair, his charm. I’m looking forward to discovering more about Callum, but already his little quirks are warming my heart.
In Genesis, the creation myths tell of world that is chaotic, and of a God who speaks order into it. And so what was formless takes shape, what was empty becomes filled, what was dormant bears life. And God makes humans in his image, to be like him, in this bringing order from chaos, and he tasks them with doing so. We do this in great ways, like those who provide infrastructure such as running water to whole cities, and in small, like a tiny human ordering the pantry. And so we are like our Creator who both tips over the water jars of heaven and gives each drop of dew.
My first son gets the power of words. My second son sees the beauty in order. And I feel like I learn more about God, myself and what it means to be human by watching them.
Tamie Davis is an Aussie living in Tanzania, writing at meetjesusatuni.com.