I wasn't ready to be a mother, and because of that I haven't always been the mother my children need. Most recently, I found myself lost without a clue what to do when my oldest had a major meltdown, allowing her possessive jealousy to get the best of her. … I needed a second to breath, to stop shaking. If there was a solution I wasn't going to find it burried under emotional outbursts. Only with calm, clear intention.
They Say "Tell Me About It" But there are no words colorful enough Closing my eyes desperate to pray away the pain Holding onto hope in the midst of this daunting strain
...he was most likely taught all about the golden rule 'treat others as you would wish to be treated' but it was muffled by the sound of his fathers laugh as he spit out, "Oh well, boys will be boys."
Until I could admit that I had been wrong, living a lie and allowing it to affect my own daughter, I couldn't get anywhere in life. Not spiritually, anyway.
In this Guest Post Nicole opens up about faith in the face of 'failure' and letting a loved one go, knowing the Lord is with them even if they chose not to see Him, among other things.
These were harsh words, but they made me think twice about the choice I was about to make. If everything fell apart could I (at the very least) look back and say that I went into the lion's den with my my eyes wide open, my thoughts clear and steady, knowing the risk I was taking?
I figure the best thing to do is to jump right into it. Ditching a screen for my pen. In this case, more accurately, my security. I learned one thing very clearly from addiction; Never underestimate your old comforts.
I don't have the memories of my mother struggling. I want my girls to remember the insanity. The chaotic collection of all that we encountered together as a busy, sporadic family.
Showing them how to be responsible for their surroundings and teaching them how to be responsible for their actions.
"When I found out I was pregnant with our third baby, I prayed and prayed every single day that it was a girl."