Don’t you love it when you go to church and the message is speaking right to you? Like there is a spotlight on you announcing to everyone that it’s you. Yup, but not only does this happen every once in a while I feel like this happens every time I attend church… hum maybe there’s something wrong with that. Back in the Fall we were having a hard time with Grady sleeping through the night and this message probably came after a bad night where I may or may not have told him to go the f*ck to sleep. Yes, I did do that and I am not proud of it but I tell you this because we have all been there. Where we are at our whits end and just done. I am a new mom and with that comes learning. Learning how to disciple, learning how to have patience, and learning how to love. So our pastor preached on discipline and there’s one line that still sticks out for me. Our children will not remember what is said to them (thank goodness) but more they will remember how they felt. Holy crap was this an eye opener for me and oh so true. I mean as an adult I don’t remember everything about an argument or discussion but I will remember how I felt about it.
Now that Grady is a toddler, seriously wasn’t he a month old like a month ago, he has gotten into the lovely stage of tantrums. Oh deer are they lovely and boy how they are embarrassing too, I mean why do people judge you and your child on how many tantrums or how bad the tantrums are rather than just realizing that they are a part of growing up. Some days I can deal with the tantrums other days I want to hide in the closet. I’m not a perfect parent by any means, and I struggle and I will struggle but I just keep telling myself that these days are precious no matter how hard the days are. So I declare that I will enjoy the tantrums with a little less hair and I will make my kid feel loved because it’s all about how they felt not what was said.
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