When your kid misses the bus because she was busy not paying attention--again. No matter how many mornings in a row you have to tell her to get her coat on and watch out the window for the bus, she will never remember. Ever.
When she mutters that it's all her fault, and you respond with "Sure was," and stomp off.
When your husband goes downstairs to take over because you're fuming, and he can't find her. She finally emerges from behind a couch, crying.
When she gets more and more worked up, lashing out at your blessed husband, no matter how calm he is with her, and ultimately she ends up with a consequence she'd rather not have.
When she then refuses to go to school.
When your son can't stand her screaming anymore and starts screaming, too.
When you finally get things under control, there's hugs all around, but you have to drop her off at school late and she's all tear stained and the teacher's like..."rough morning, huh?"
Yep. One of those.
It was one of those mornings that you get home from dropping her off and wonder what you would do if God's forgiveness ever resembled your own--if I made the same mistakes over and over, repented that it was all my fault, and had one simple, angry response: "Sure was," followed by abandonment and isolation.
But it's not. Instead, when I repent and/or whine that my predicament, whatever it may be, is all my fault, it's just, yes. Yes it is. But He doesn't leave or lose patience; He waits for me to try again and will aid in my struggle.
What should a parent be, if not that? It's hard growing up. It's hard to remember what you're supposed to do every morning, especially when you're tired and you'd rather be doing something else. Yes, she should be learning how to remember on her own, but she won't always. She won't most of the time, actually, but my job is to gently remind her. Not help her remember by instilling in her mind how angry mommy gets when she messes up.
I suppose we'll both try again tomorrow.
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