Last night was very difficult at our house. I was relaxed and didn’t see it coming; it knocked the wind out of me. The evening had been lovely. In an effort to be a more fun mom, I went out and jumped on the trampoline with the youngest kids. They showed me all of their fanciest tricks and then demonstrated their tree climbing skills. From there we went to the playset where Little Man practiced hanging by his knees and flipping down off the trapeze bar.
Back inside, I fed the kids a bedtime snack, then Dimples, Sunshine, Eby, and Little Man got ready for bed. When all was in order, they spread out on the floor of the living room to draw as I read two chapters of Little House in the Prairie. It was pure bliss for me and the children were peaceful and happy.
Things began to unravel when we went upstairs for bedtime. Remember setting up a long row of dominoes and then tipping the first one into the second, causing a reaction that tipped the entire row over? That sums it up.
For two hours we struggled. Eventually Dimples was in my room, Little Man was tucked in with Honeybee and Sunshine, and Eby was in his room with lights on drawing at his desk. He couldn’t sleep in the midst of it all. I was sitting in my room, as the turmoil swirled around me, praying for wisdom and texting my friend Kathleen who was praying for and encouraging me. When Dimples asked who I was texting, I told her that Mrs. H. was praying for us.
After awhile, I asked Dimples if she wanted to sit in my lap, thankfully she agreed and she nestled in. This was a far cry from what had been happening over the past two hours. We sat together and I tried to breathe slowly and remain regulated in the hope that I could help Dimples regulate herself. Finally exhaustion began to creep over her and I asked if she was ready for sleep; she crawled in my bed. Then she said, “Can I call Mrs. H. so she can pray for me?”
So we did, through the lump in my throat, I told Kathleen that Dimples was finally tucked in bed and she had asked for prayer. We put Kathleen on speaker and she prayed over Dimples. It was all I could do not to weep with sheer relief and gratitude that this was how the night was ending.
If you are parenting children from “hard places,” it is imperative to have at least one good friend who will walk the road with you, who will not judge you, and who will urge you to fight the good fight for the sake of our children and our Savior.
If you don’t have a friend like that, consider joining the Trust Based Parenting Facebook group or another group, and you just might find a somebody who you can call night or day who will help you through the challenges and give you the support you need to make it through the hard days.
Four more days until Russ is home – I am missing him so much. He called last night after the kids were all asleep; just hearing his voice was a comfort to me.
Have a good start to your week, friends.
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