Monday, May 21, 2012
Feeling like old Elmo here this morning after refereeing a knock-down, drag-out fight between my two oldest.
Pretty sure I should call my mother and beg her forgiveness for the ten years or so my younger sister and I invested in non-stop fighting.
Glad my boys don't succumb to hair-pulling and stealing each other's clothes.
Remembering that the whole fight started over a shirt.
Glad they don't pull hair, anyway.
Pretty sure punching and shoving aren't any better.
Reflecting on the fact that they don't have much hair to pull, so it's probably not much of a temptation.
Wondering if these two will ever voluntarily spend fifteen minutes in each other's presence when they're grown and gone.
Hanging on to the fact that today I count my sister Karen among my best friends and treasured confidantes.
Laughing about the fact that one of the warring factions said, "Mom, you have some really obnoxious kids . . . Wait, I mean . . ."
Acknowledging the fact that even he had to laugh over that comment.
Fighting the urge to despair. Summoning the strength to pray.
Come, Lord Jesus. We need your grace.