Wisdom of the Child
Posted by Rachel Balducci in Family on Thursday, September 09, 2010 10:45 PM
This afternoon I was having a momentary freak-out, end-of-day flash of melt that wasn’t pretty. Not at all. It was just one of those split-second flashes where the reality of the situation was greatly overshadowed by my annoyance and also the number of discarded shoes left on the front-room floor. Not a big deal in the grand scheme of life but actually yes totally a very big deal.
Because everyone knows if I allow my boys to be slobs they will grow up to be unproductive members of society and also possibly people who want to stay here in my house forever living in my basement eating all my corn dogs. (Note to self: don’t get a basement.)
Just before this flash of insanity, I had agreed to everyone leaving to go play somewhere else. Meaning, no one was here to clean up his mess. It was just me, standing there staring as three-year-old Henry watched in horror.
“SLOBS,” I thought to myself (and possibly uttered out loud but only because no one was here to be insulted by my verbal abuse).
I sat down on the chair, grumpy baby in my arms, and took a deep breath. Then I exhaled and looked around for a distraction. I settled on staring at the ceiling, head whipped back in frustration and defeat.
Henry gave me about two seconds to mope, then came over to me carrying my Bible and a booklet of meditations.
“Let’s have prayers,” he said. “You read.”
And read I did. And I felt better.
Cross-posted at Testosterhome.
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