One of the days this week we spent a total of 3 hours at a tire shop getting new tires on the truck and a tire fixed on the car. Doesn’t sound so bad right? Well, I had all 3 kids in a room that was no bigger then my smallest bedroom and These 3 hours feel in the middle of nap time. As I was leaving, a man (the 4th one of the day to help me) said, I had no idea you had three kids with you today. You have great kids. They were fabulous, so well behaved. I said, thank you, they are good kids and he responded with, They are good kids, because they have good parents, the way they act is a good reflection of the way they are taught.
I walked out of there standing a little taller. Not because I think I’m the best Mom ever, but because the man made me realize we aren’t failing completely. I’d forgotten about that until just now.
Julia is causing us a lot of stress and my migraine, I’m letting her take full responsibility for today. Something to do with her being up for over two hours last night. Which ended in her screaming and kicking the door. Which resulted in her losing her pink bag of makeup and her chance of going to preschool today.
Which resulted in my crying when I dropped Kevin off at school and made her stay in the car. Which resulted in her saying, “Mommy, I’m sorry you have a headache today because you didn’t get enough sleep.” Which made me want to pick her up and run her into school cause she is so cute. But made me realize that if I did, I’d be showing her that she wins every time.
Which resulted in Mommy and Julia having lots of time to talk during Preschool. Which made me realize how sweet the little stink bug is. And made me wonder how I’m going to keep up with her, and what I need to do to be a better mother.
Which made me realize that the only way I’m going to win this battle is by letting my loving Heavenly Father help me fight it. Which means I need to spend more time on my knees and less time trying to do it by myself.
It just feels so overwhelming. The screaming (more from her, less from me), the constant battles (you can’t make me go to the bathroom!), I’m not staying in my bed. I’ll do what I want when I want.
Here’s to another patient pill! (A patient pill? I take them on a regular basis, it is me PLEADING with Heavenly Father for a little more patience, they seem to be working!)
I am glad I have this calling in life to raise these precious children.
And this next picture is usually how I feel I am doing.
But, nap time is almost over, and I’m resolving to being a little better.
A little more patient,
a little more loving,
and a little more fun.
And I know Heavenly Father will pull through
and everything with be ok.
(We made cute little heart shaped bird feeders. They look adorable hanging from our front tree!)
Now that my mind is a little clearer, the jumbled mess is out but still jumbled, I’ll look back some day and realize this is NOTHING compared to what I’m going through NOW, and I’ve had a little nap, the pain in my brain has subsided some what, I’ve got to get my rear in gear because we are leaving to St. Paul in less then hour. Here’s to a fun weekend.
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