Yesterday was an incredibly difficult day with Daniel. When Frank brought him home after Doughnuts for Dads, he was exceptionally quiet. He wasn't talking much, and he seemed disappointed to be with me. I'm guessing that's because he enjoyed his morning with Dad, and he didn't want him to go to work.
After therapy, the kids came home to fight with each other the whole time I cooked dinner, and Daniel was the worst offender. When dinner time came, he absolutely refused to eat. I spent the next 1/2 hour telling him that if he didn't eat, he wasn't going to his swim lesson. When Frank got home, he still wouldn't eat, and we ended up taking that privilege away. Then, the meltdown started. For the next several minutes, he cried and had a fit. He eventually ate his dinner, but I had to feed him.
Frank and Josh took Annie to her swim lesson, and I stayed home with Daniel. While Daniel was in the bathtub, I had a "fight" with God. Well, we all know who wins those! Through lots of tears, I told God, "How can you watch him struggle and not help him?" His answer to me was this: "I gave him YOU to help him!" While it wasn't anything audible, I clearly heard God speak those words to me. How can you argue with the One who holds everything in his hands?
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Yep! I seem to have one of those arguments on a weekly basis with Him.
ReplyDeleteAnd He seems to give me the same message.
Roxanne, WE are good for these kids! Would you want to go up against us? Not me!
((HUGS)).
We will look back at these days and say "it wasn't so bad, was it?"