So today, when I was instructing Leah for the 10th time that she can't whine if she doesn't get what she wants, I was struck with the thought that I expect more out of my not even two year old than I do for myself. Granted, I don't whine about not getting juice, or not being able to have cookies, and maybe I don't do it audibly, but how many times do I have a negative attitude, or whine to Tony, or harbor resentment and bitterness in my heart when things don't go my way. A LOT!!!! I have just become more proficient at masking these attitudes of the heart, but really, we are all two year olds crying about having to share.
Of course, I'm still going to try to teach her about having a grateful heart, and about having a good attitude, but this realization definitely helped me be more patient with her, and was an opportunity for me to repent of my own grumbling and unthankful heart.