Oct 9, 2009

Children: a blessing or a curse?

Happy Friday!

It started out as a nice day, my C and I were enjoying each other, sweet little girl.
Both kids in school for the morning hours, spent some time at B's school, worked in the classroom, spoke with the Principal.

Collected my sweet little monkey at lunchtime, enjoyed lunch with her, the birds were chirping, the sun was shining...













Then, it was nap time and time to turn the TV off.  I gave her a warning (to avoid a common meltdown) and then turned it off when it was time...  a cloud covered the sky, the sun went black, birds huddled in fear as my angel child turned into a little whirlwind of fierce anger.

"I DON'T LIKE YOU!!!!!" she roared.
Birds fell out of the trees, butterflies plummeted to the ground.
 
I counted to three.  Still she roared and flopped around like an angry shark... one that might bite you if you put your hand too close. I never know if I should laugh or really get angry... I usually do both.  I half dragged, half carried her to her room, and requested that she stop screaming and flailing, when she continued shouting, "I am going to live with another family!  I will be GONE FOREVER!"  I warned and then spanked her... instantly the yelling turned to screaming, crying and then silence.

"I love you C, you never get what you want when you throw a fit.  Now, go to sleep"

There was about 80 minutes of silence, then she was up from her nap and in just as cranky mood as before.

"Go get your socks and shoes, we need to go get B."

She stomps off to her room and emerges with no shoes and a demand "I am going to ride my bike."
"You can if you get your shoes on right now, we need to leave soon, and won't have time to get your bike out if you don't hurry." Off she saunters to her room.  2 minutes later there was still no sign. I head back and help her find some shoes, now we have 5 minutes to walk to the school, there is no time for the bike.
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward. Psalm 127:3
Her head begins spinning, her eyes turn red, a deep voice (okay, so I exaggerate) emits from my sweet little girl. "I WILL TAKE MY BIKE!  I HATE YOU! I DON'T LIKE YOU AT ALL!"


Now I'm mad, and going to be late.  She has kicked off her shoes and I head toward the garage yelling back into the house "I'm leaving, it's time to go, GOODBYE!"
She roars after me, "NOOOO! I want to take my bike!  I DON'T LIKE YOU!!".

If you have ever heard my little C's Minnie mouse voice, when she roars like that, it really is an unreal sound. Finally we head out, I plop her and her shoes (not on her feet) in our wagon and head down the road, her screaming and wailing and yelling, and me trying to quietly correct her, I take away 2 days of television, warnings of more spankings, yet still she roars.

Now my blood pressure is through the roof, my adrenaline has been kicked into high gear, I can hear the bell ring and I am still 2 minutes away, C is sitting, FINALLY silent, but staring holes through my back, people we pass look at her apprehensively... I keep smiling, it probably looked like a grimace... I think I'm going to be sick.
I arrive breathlessly at B's classroom, he is NOT the last child waiting... first thing out of his mouth?
"I am angry at you for being LATE!!"  I just stare at him.  He steps back, looks at C (still giving me the death stare) and wisely keeps silent.

SIGH.
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward. Psalm 127:3
I love my children.  I really really do.  By the end of this day, despite the nasty battle with C, I am praising God for my little monkeys.  At bedtime, just C rolling over in bed and propping her little head on her hand with the words "Mommy, can I ask you a question?",  my heart leaps for joy, in amazement that SHE IS MINE.

Train up a child in the way he should go;
even when he is old he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6
Each night we pray with our children and discuss the day, usually I even sing for them.  We take them to church and encourage them to invite their friends.  We show them how important service is, within the church and in the community and talk with them about these things.

We try to be consistent in our discipline, we attempt to correct negative patterns of behavior.  We spend time with them, helping with homework, reading books to them, playing with them... we pray for them, lifting up their concerns, we pray for their friends, for their future spouses...

I know that mama said there will be days like this... in fact I'm sure my own parents are rubbing their hands with glee, because I've got one like me.  We try to do our best and in the end we run into the reality of their "SIN NATURE", which is as unattractive in them as it is in US.  But it's real.  I guess it's back on my knees.

Good night!

4 comments:

  1. I know it is frustrating when it is your own child but Catherine can throw some mighty funny fits ;-)

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  2. Sounds like you have your hands full but this world needs more moms like you

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  3. This post just made me smile. You have the patience of a saint! Good for you lady--a good mommy, and a funny writer. Nicely done.
    Elle

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  4. That sounds like most of my days with my kids fighting with nap time. You would think that after a nap they are perky and happy but instead they are even more cranky and hungry than ever!!! I try to ignore it but if the kid is hungry and does not eat, boy oh boy. Allah will give us strength...

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