So Brad is doing a sermon series on Parenting this month and guess who's being tested, tried & downright attacked at home!? Yep, it's me. Surprise! Yesterday, out of the blue, temper tantrums came back into style from the toddler years. Every time I said yes or no to a question from a child, I didn't realize it, but I had answered wrong! It seemed everything I said was an introduction to a debate I'd begun, in which the persuasion tactics came in strong in order to win me over to the way of the younger. Rules were suddenly mere suggestions and at one point, I was even informed that my rule was....(Prepare for a Shocker:) "stupid". Yes people, Pastor's kids, though precious, aren't perfect. They are little sinners, with sinners for parents, no matter what they do for a living. So anyway, by lunch yesterday I was....done. spent. exhausted. All I wanted to do was run (no, waddle...actually lumber is the best word-- verb: to move in a slow, heavy, awkward way) to my bed, and hibernate the rest of the day, or week or month even.
ENTER: SuperPastorDad!!! With his powerful SWord at his side, with hours of Parenting studying under his belt, and the Holy Spirit as His guide, he whisks in and SAVES THE DAY!!!!
Seriously, he was like a football coach at halftime. He pep talked us back into reality. He encouraged us to press on! He had 3 points that all began with the same letter, and stories to wrap it up at the end, so we'd all continue on with strength, and maybe even a smile. We all learned a lesson yesterday. Can't say what it was, but I'm sure there was one.
Bonus: For dinner, I was laying down, hibernating a tad, and Brad came home and made dinner with the kids. There was even teaching involved. I heard math and science q&a. It was peace. It was good. He was my hero.
