Tuesday, September 02, 2008
I'm not really sure where to start with this post, but I guess since confession is good for the soul, I'll fess up first.
This has been a monumentally horrible week for me as a parent. Last Sunday we stopped for some Del Taco on the way home from church because we were all really hungry and there was nothing to eat at home because I had fallen behind on the grocery shopping and prepping nurtritious meals that could be fixed in a short time. It became obvious in the next few days that our family had been unintentionally poisoned by a hidden source of wheat or soy in our food because neither Karlos nor I were at our best come Monday. I was feeling sluggish, cranky, and achy all over and Karlos was a quite frankly, a terror to behold. I realized what was going on almost immediately (thank you God!) and was able to have the mercy, grace, and discipline that our family needed to make it through the day. Tuesday was a bit better. Wednesday was a nightmare.
I don't know what got in to my boys, but on Wednesday, they just would not listen to me. They acted like they didn't even hear me at all. All three of them! This time it was Bobby who was the main instigator. I remember Karlos going through a similar stage at age 3, but that didn't make it any easier because now there were three very naughty little boys running like maniacs through my house. We went on a walk. Still crazy. We ate lunch. Even crazier. Then came naptime. Wait, forget naptime, lets call it Crazy time. Boys jumping on beds and throwing toys and bedding willy nilly into the air. I was outnumbered. I think Wednesday was seriously the closest I hope to ever come to having a nervous breakdown. I started calling friends and family to see if I could get another adult over here to help calm things down. No dice. No one was home. I called Eddie to give him the low down on the situation, but what could he really do except tell me to calm down and "we" will figure this out. Wrong thing to say to the frantic pregnant lady who has just become the mother of three monkey boys. There was no "we" about it. It was me and them. No outs. Finally, I cried out to God for help in my despair. Immediately the phone rang and my blessed and dear freind Sammy told me she could be here in less than 20 minutes. Thank you God! Needless to say, we all survived that afternoon.
The rest of the week was a breeze after that. Until today. I don't know what happened, but I was just having an off day. Everything was getting me down, into a terrible funk. I was able to pull myself out of it by dinner time and was doing much better until my angelic little cherub, Elliott, in his toddler enthusiasm and innocence, hammered on the bedroom window with a platic toy monkey wrench and BROKE THE WINDOW. There was glass all over the three freshly laundered beds (seriously, I has just finished making the beds after washing the sheets, mattress pad, comforters, and pillow cases for three twin beds!). Then I had to call our landlords, who just happen to be my parents, and explain to them how the unsupervised one year old had just broken the window and could they please come over, after having worked all day at my brother's condo getting it fixed up to sell, and secure the window so my boys couild go to sleep tonight in their bedroom without glass falling down on their heads. Perfect.
I got all of the glass shards vacuumed up and was in the process of picking up all the boys tools while Eddie gave them all a bath to get them out of the way, when my parents came over to fix the window. My dad climbed right on the bed with his dirty shoes and proceeded to screw a board in over the window and spreading sawdust over all three beds. So I got to vacuum the "clean" beds all over again. Did I mention that I am almost in my third trimester of pregnancy? At that point I sat down and cried. I was wondering if maybe I should just have my parents go ahead and board up all the windows because I just know this is not going to be the only time. If it was the 5 year old or the 3 year old who had done it, then it would be the only time, let me tell you! But of course, it was the 1 year old, which is the only thing that saved his life today.
I got it together enough to pray with the boys and get them into bed for sleep. Then I set about my nightly chores, getting ready for the busy week ahead. I realized that I had not finished my Bible study and I have such a busy day tomorrow that I didn't think I would have time to work on it like I normally would, so I decided to sit and finish it before bed tonight. Guess what verse popped out at me from the study...
Psalm 30:4-5 " Sing praise to the Lord, all his faithful people! Remember what the Holy One has done, and give him thanks! 5 His anger lasts only a moment, his goodness for a lifetime. Tears may flow in the night, but joy comes in the morning. (GNT, emphasis mine)
Oh how I needed to read that! Then came a question later in the study, "Can you think of anything recently that you got too busy to stop and really thank God for?" Can you guess what I wrote? Of course, I had to thank God for allowing me to parent these three, soon to be four, wonderful boys. Here's a list of what I have to be thankful for-
- Thank you God the health and vitality of my boys
- Thank you God or the love that my boys show me every day
- Thank you God for giving my boys kind and tender hearts
- Thank you God for giving Eddie and me the opportunity to train our boys in Your ways and show them the love you have for all of us.
- Thank you God for the inquisitiveness and curiosity that you have given my boys
- Thank you God for teaching me more about my relationship with you through my relationships with my boys.
Every day as a parent is a journey. Some days are easier, some days are harder, but looking back and looking towards the future, I would rather be on this journey than not. By the grace of God, all of my boys have survived birth and infancy and I could not imagine my life with out each and every one of them, I don't even want to! I am just so grateful that God entrusted me with these little miracles. That is what I plan on clinging to on this rocky journey, as well as clinging tighly to my Lord. I have truly been blessed!