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Below is a collection of various blog posts meant to encourage, inspire or educate. Grab a steaming mug of hot liquid this weekend and steal away to a quiet corner for some quick reads. Happy Weekend!
Parents (including the one typing this blog ), we often get stuck when our child flies into a rage or emotional meltdown. As we run through the file cabinets in our brains searching quick for something that will make it stop, we often first reach for the consequence file. And if we’re really in a mess, we resort to the punishment file. After all, this was the traditional parenting used on us and we didn’t turn out so bad, did we?
But one week, our cashier was new and curious and demonstrative. The groceries slowed to a halt on the belt and his face flushed, red, as he gushed about them and gave kudos to me. “Wow, it’s so amazing what you’ve done.”
Adoptive mamas alike share the same discomfort with comments like this, but this particular one struck a new, strained, chord.
This week, when the window shades were pulled, I had been far from amazing.
Tired at best. I hid behind my bedroom door and cried, exhausted. Was it always going to be this hard? I’d run bone dry — out of those tender, patient words with a long-suffering tone, and this particular child pushed away every movement I’d made towards love. It was as if every one of her actions was purposed to say: “I’m going to make it impossible for you to love me. I’m waiting for you to fail me. Prove to me I’m not worth it.”
Sometimes, I just want to be a “plain ‘ol” mom. I want to be able to sit around a table and talk about my rough days without being looked at with wide eyed horror or like I’m a three-eyed monster. Sometimes, I just want to be so honest about my thoughts and not judged. Sometimes, I just need to be seen as a mom, wife, woman… just trying to love Jesus and her family and doing her best to do what’s right. I’m just like every other mama…