Because my husband is the Bishop of the congregation I can't easily send him out with the kids. Needless to say we spent a lot of time outside of the Chapel in a room to practice being still and quiet. I shed a few tears of frustration and was starting to have not so good feelings toward the disorderly guilty party. I got into my thoughts to figure out if I had been the culprit to their behavior, and realized that for today it seemed as though how they were going to act was predetermined before the world was formed. It was not a reflection of how I Mothered them or taught them. They simply were having a bad day. I could handle that. At least for the moment.
The day just continued in the same pattern. We only have a few of these kind of days a month, but they sure seem to be intense. It really does bring any nice person to the brink of insanity.
By dinner time I had reached my saturation point and snapped several times at the girls. Blah! I excused myself to be in time out and summoned myself to a quiet place. As I was praying (no pleading) for some help with frustrating feelings, this little lady came up to me within seconds of the end of my silent plea, and with her beautiful big brown eyes looked into mine and said "Hey Mom can we play?"
Play we did! All of us! We were wrestling and squealing and laughing so hard we drooled.
We didn't stop playing until the lights went out. I am so grateful for answered prayers, especially when they help me be a better Mother. I sure loves these ladies!
