Time to be honest.
A major blow up from an unpredictable and highly emotional son (who apparently rides the same roller coaster as his mother) leaves little desire for blogging or giving thanks tonight. Eating would be the preferred activity of choice, eating and watching television. Alone.
Why did a good day, a beautiful day, have to end like this? Why do simple expectations like Saturday room-cleaning have to turn wonderful children into horrible monsters? What is it that flips the oldest son's switch from calm conversation to angry yelling, stomping, throwing things, and attempts to harm his own possessions? Handing out consequences is most definitely NOT the favorite of a Mom's responsibilities - taking away her children's beloved activities and precious belongings is not how she hopes to spend her time with them. Why must it so often come to this? Especially with this child? My heart hurts, longs for better things - connecting in fun moments, encouraging and building relationships, creating more memories than conflicts, learning who he really is - who God intended him to be.
However in the midst of mental reeling, the heart recalls earlier events of the day, occurrences that need to be remembered and brought into focus to soothe the frustrations of the evening. Isn't that the purpose of this blog, anyways? To reprogram my thinking? Well, a major reprogramming is in order, so here goes.
181. Days when children sleep in - even a little.
182. Beautiful blue skies.
183. Perfect mornings for outdoor exploring.
184. Sweet excitement and anticipation of kindergarten birthday parties.
185. Wandering the outdoor mall on sunshiny afternoons.
186. The unselfish and generous offerings of children who want to share their special treats with Mom. SO sweet!
187. Chit chat around a restaurant table without fighting.
188. The smell of freshly mowed grass. Ahhhhh...
189. Making May Day baskets; an all-time favorite fun activity to do together for the sheer joy of surprising young friends (and Daddies).
190. Leftover dessert on tough nights that demand chocolate therapy.
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