Like when I tell my 5yo to look at the overcast covering of clouds and she says, “I do not see any clouds.”
I give up.
When my 3yo says he’d rather sit on the living room floor staring at the wall than put hangers in shirts so he can come join us outside.
I give up.
When my 20mo jumps from the coffee table to the couch, misses, and lands on his head. Again. Today.
I give up.
I kiss him, hold him, give him a toy to distract him, and set him down.
He’s fine. She’s fine. They’re all fine. They’ll grow up fine. I don’t need to correct every detail, force every chore, prevent every fall.
What I need is to sit here in the quiet and refocus.
Only it’s not quiet. So amid the interruptions, I will attempt to refocus:
Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self-Control.
I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.
Oh, help me, Jesus. It was a long night last night and it’s shaping up to be a long, chilly, overcast, exhausted day today.
Put Your love in my heart and Your smile on my face.
Amen.
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*mommy hug*
That’s kids. Stubborn even about things that would benefit them. And every injury is a big deal unless they want to do it again, and again.