This is day, hmmmmm 100 of my son running rampant….today’s spell found him like a baby beneath a table eating candies off the floor while at a cupcake decorating class….followed by running about like a rabid animal…. There are days when parenting is more difficult than others, like the drain a series of snow days, when days turn to weeks, months or years of constant battle, the firehouse stoop seems an appealing option as a new home for the kids. These are periods of time when I feel completely inadequate, when my attempts to cultivate and rally for a changed heart feel defeated before the day begins.
This is when parenting matters most.
Some days I long for the compliant mild-mannered child that sits still, quietly awaiting instruction, a child that doesn’t always have a suggestion for instructions but simply does as is asked or told, but God knows me well enough to know that I’d simply mark the boxes on the “child behavior checklist” and grow a big head. No, God knows me well enough to know I’m already on my toes, I need to be
on my knees.
Constantly praying that my inadequacies would not hinder my children, that God would intervene through my parenting, today was one of those moments…After my son’s series of less fortunate choices, I concluded we needed to hit the trail to decompress and burn some steam. As life would have it, the unruly choices could not be thwarted by breathless scooter strides; we quickly retreated.
Back in the foxhole, facing a helpless parenting moment
(when it seems like nothing said or done will effect change)
Nothing fantastic or profound, perhaps something along the lines of, “Help me God before I do something drastic!”
And He did…(Part 2 Friday)
Love Challenge: Do you recognize what keeps you on your knees as your greatest asset or does it get shucked in frustration? Will you show active love be stepping out of the situation and praying before spewing?