Stumped

This one... will he always stump me?

I love him to death.  He has such a place in my heart.  

The one who made me a mom, who stole my heart.

The one who I'll go thru all FIRSTS with.  I often feel as clueless as he is about what all that entails.

I love him for his hard work.  He has to work hard for things... so I have to work hard for things.

He has such a great attitude about the big things... going to his "work", all of the many "Ms. ___" that he's met along the way (Mrs. K, Mrs. G, Miss Erin, Mrs Aileen, Miss Alaina, Ms Sally and our truest love, Cha-Cha).

But the little things.  Its the little things that kill me.  The complaining and crying.  The groans when he doesn't want to obey.  The 5:30-5:45 wake ups every.single.morning.  Lord, please use this for your glory.  (Would he learn to love to read his Bible, or do something wonderful with that time that grows his heart for YOU & the things You are about...)  Because we still haven't worked that one out yet.  I've have been praying, praying for a better attitude about that.  Mostly, that realization arrives after my utter frustration skyrockets with his daily early morning disruptions.  

And how much to share on all of the forms (today's project).  

And the uncertainty I always feel about knowing how much of him is normal boy and what I should be concerned about.  

You hem me in behind and before,
    and you lay your hand upon me.

Where can I go from your Spirit?
    Where can I flee from your presence?
 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
    if I settle on the far side of the sea,
 even there your hand will guide me,
    your right hand will hold me fast.
 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
    and the light become night around me,”
 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
    the night will shine like the day,
    for darkness is as light to you.

For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
 I praise you^(T) because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
 My frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

from Psalm 139