Warning words you'll hear at our house just before your full name.(While I'm still trying to remember it.)
Stop while you're still ahead, rascal.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
On a recent Sunday, the Nellie Family sat dressed, clean and EARLY for the 9:00 am Church meeting. Afterwards, I taught a spiritual, prepared, well received Sunday School lesson to Mr. Cool's class.
Then a beautiful family lunch, which a friend and I also delivered to another friend and her family who live in a temporary Crazy-Land. (If you ever make it out of there, you ought to remember those who remain!)
I spent the afternoon giving each Nellie individual "Sabbath Conference" time; coordinating calendars, setting goals, making to-do lists, etc...Planned for an Eagle Court of Honor, Girls' Camp 4th year hike, Scout physical appointment, famly campout, Weblos day camp, Boy Scout High Adventure 50-miler, Cub Scout Pack Meeting, Drama Class and final performance, birthday party, two upcoming famly reunions and a baptism. (Whew!)
I worked on the Personal Progress Program with two YW Nellies (And signed off my last one! I earned it again! Go, me!) Signed off several Weblos achievements, delivered several various scout forms to two different locations. We waded through 6 pages of the cute Preparing for Baptism workbook, started a new Faith in God workbook, and colored in the Littles' Sunday books.
Waffles and Ice Cream for our traditional Breakfast For Dinner Sunday meal--yeah, Mom! Had Family Scriptures, Prayer and typical bedtime routine for almost everyone.
Then I fell into bed completely exhausted and DISCOURAGED.
Discouraged? Completely and totally. Beat myself up good.
Well, after dinner and then during the next hour and a half, Little P had thrown a "Grand-Mal Tantrum." Her bedtime routine that night had been anything BUT.
The entire tantrum was a power-struggle over the word, "Please."
And although for the most part we were remarkably patient, calm and gentle; and in spite of the eventual surrender and loving finale; I couldn't stop second-guessing myself about the root cause of the disturbance; maybe her diet, or my parenting skills, or behavioral tecniques, propensity towards ingrown toenails; everything remotely guilt-inducing was brought to the table. How had I failed? Any suggestions were welcomed and accepted--irrational or otherwise.
Handsome Prince's thoughts on the matter? "She sure is strong-willed, isn't she?" Then he rolled over and fell asleep.
Why, when I should have felt like a million bucks, did I feel more like $1.50?
How could I have spent the entire day immersed in God's work, serving His children and then forget that I am also His Daughter?
Mercifully, He reminded me.
Jesus Christ paid the price for me, because I will always fall short. Oh, how I love Him!