It was a bad morning.
Our first destination of the day was a two mile walkathon called the "LifeWalk". This is our family's new tradition, collecting pledges and walking together to support our local Pregnancy Resource Center. In our kids' words, raising money to help babies in their mommies' tummies, and to help moms know their babies are special. All of our kids got involved, and together we raised $200 for something we believe in.
After the walk, my parents took the kids, and adoring hubby and I went out for the day. Alone. Without the children. Okay, so we brought the baby with us, but it was still the first time we've been relatively alone for even a few hours since well before he was born.
We had an awesome time together, one of those perfect 'throwback to dating' days with no agenda. We talked, we fed the baby, we shopped, we went out for lunch, we fed the baby, we looked at diamonds, we bought diamonds (yay!), we fed the baby, we laughed, we had ice cream. Just like dating...except the baby part. At the end of our "alone" time, we were refreshed, and we remembered why we usually like each other.
It was a great day.
We picked up the kids, who had been to the kite festival with Grandma and Papa, and got an excellent report on their behavior for the day. But almost instantly, I could tell that Miss M had no intention of making the evening easy for us. She intended to make us miserable. Over the next couple of hours, she did her best to ruin the day.
I won't go into detail, but the evening culminated in the kind of tantrum that forces one parent to physically restrain the little-girl-turned-animal creature for hours, while the other parent gathers the four remaining kids into the furthest corner of the house and watches a movie (or listens to music) at an abnormally loud volume. They wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, and at least this way, while the screams can still be heard, the blasphemy and disrespect is drowned out.
Sometimes my husband and I have to relieve eachother from the restraining duty. It's physically, emotionally, and spiritually exhausting, and her rages test our dependence on Christ like nothing else. This particular tantrum was a payback for going out on our date, a bold statement of "I don't need you. I've got Grandma and Papa and their love isn't threatening to me", mixed with too much excitement and too little sleep.
It was ugly.
But such is life.
Sometimes it's bad, sometimes it's good, sometimes it's great, and sometimes it's ugly.
In our case, it's often the good and the great that cause the ugly. But we can't stop seeking out the great because it brings the ugliness with it. It's good for us. It teaches us. The bad makes the good great, and the ugly makes the great glorious. The trick is finding the joy, or at least the peace, in all of it...and learning to rely on God no matter what the day brings.
oh lisa. thank you so much for sharing. what an encouragement to us all. it also reminded me that i have joined a group of women who are walking 500 miles before the next retreat for moms of traumatized kids and raising money for scholarships. the blogger i told you about a while back (welcometomybrain.net) attends and has so much good to say about it. since i can't be more active in foster care right now, it's a small thing i can do to support the "trauama mommas" i so love and respect. even if you don't attend the retreat, i want you to know that as i'm walking my miles each day i pray for you. i know there's a lot of ugly in parenting a healing child. i am praying that God will give you his peace in it all. love to you.
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