Thursday, August 16, 2012
Two Days of Two
We had a perfect kind of morning...
We had Bible time, then called Bronz and found out his day was going badly, so we stopped and prayed for him, then made block towers, and put together a puzzle. All which Kamie picked up on her own and carefully returned to proper place.
I even left the kids awake and alone to take a shower. On getting out Kamie informed me: "No more treats for you, treats all gone, no treats for Blake, no treats for Loreal, no treats for birds." I figured having her find and finish up the bag of Reese's P'butter cups was a small price to pay for hot water and sanity.) Blake went down for his morning nap like clockwork at ten. I grabbed my coffee cup, and Kamie and I went on outside.
She pushed the stroller and we walked down the road to check the cows, picking Queen Anne's Lace on the way, which she carefully buckled into the stroller.
Why can't I remember the toddler years like this.
Wouldn't that be nice if I could?
I thought to myself. Cuz' it was one of these mornings where I could actually think.
But then I wouldn't remember honestly.
The fact of the matter is I cried/prayed myself to sleep last night, at my bitter wit's end. Having no idea how to break through her hard little shell. Major fits, 1 1/2 hour bedtime struggle, besides the usual disciplinary methods, I'd taken away her favorite blanky, pillow, and finally her beloved footie pajama's. I had Bronz call and talk to her on the phone, cried over her, prayed with her, had her recite her Bible verse. Nothing seemed to work. Finally after an extended stay in bed (like 5 minutes) I brought back her blanket, (I wasn't sure she would sleep without it, and sure didn't want to prolong that!) And the girly slept.
I didn't do anything dramatically different this morning. Maybe God knew it was time for me to be led by still waters? This is life, there's the ugly and the beautiful. So I'm going to enjoy my hot cuppa coffee day. Thank the Lord for it, and try to let His graciousness fill up my reserve tank, cuz' bedtime's comin'!
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