Eva is my Type A.
She was arranging her own schedule when she was three.
She even invented a way of measuring time leading up to major events by referring to sleep as “light naps” (afternoon naps), and “dark naps” (going to bed at night).
Q: “How many naps until we go to JoJo’s house?” (That’s Grandma Nesbitt).
A: “Three dark naps, two light naps.”
Eva has to know everything that’s going on, when it’s going to happen, who’s involved and where it’s going to take place. She’ll order the boys around, try and figure out the ride situation as well as seating, and even try to negotiate a change-of-course to include a stop for ice cream.
I celebrate my daughter. She’s incredible, and Jenny and I have always known that she’s going to shake the world up for the Kingdom.
But as a parent, working with her constant need-to-know can often be, well, fatiguing. And tedious.
At some point I have to ask her, “Do you trust me?”
Like yesterday when we were preparing to go out on the boat. A lot of questions were asked about details. Finally I leaned over the back seat and said, “Eva, just enjoy the ride.”
As her father, I’ve noticed that Eva enjoys the experiences of her life far more when she leaves the surprises up to me.
As I walked down the dock toward our boat I heard something in my own spirit.
“Christopher, enjoy the ride,” said my Heavenly Father.
It’s a phrase I picked up in Hawaii at my favorite surf shop. Jenny’s been reminding me of it. God’s been reminding me of it. And now I’m reminding me of it as I teach it to this little Type A that’s the female version of me.
It’s amazing how much like Eva we all are. Sure, there’s a healthy, natural curiosity to all of us. But then there’s the “if I don’t know how everything’s going to work out, I’m not sure I want in” angle.
And that comes down to trust.
As I was meditating on just how much I care for Eva and have her best interests in mind, I was reminded just how much our Father think of us fondly. Constantly. Perfectly.
He’s aware of every detail and nothing surprises him. Nothing’s going to catch him off guard concerning us, nothing has escaped his scope of view.
Funny how this parenting thing works.
We enjoy the experiences of our lives far more when we leave the surprises up to the Father.
My little Type A is slowly teaching me to become a Type E. Enjoy the ride.