The Sky is Blue

If you are a Mother, you worry. It is part of the gig. It doesn't matter if your child is 2 or 52, you worry. Are they safe? Are they working hard enough in school? Are they healthy? Will they make good choices? Are you screwing them up? Will they make something of themselves? Will they be good human beings? Have the morals and beliefs you have tried to instill in them stick with them? It is tough, and makes for many a sleepless night.  As a mother of teens, I can't tell you how many times I have bolted out of bed panicked because one of my boys wasn't home yet after a night out. With 5 kids, I cannot imagine the worry will lessen over time. Ha! It will only get worse. I have tools, mainly prayer, that keep the worry in check. One thing you cannot get around though is how worry mucks with your face!! That "11" wrinkle between my eyes really gets on my nerves. The bags under my eyes really tick me off.  Kids give you wrinkles, it is a proven fact! I ...

I am coming to the realization that my son, the one we are adopting this month is disabled. He came to us at age five. Now eight, his behaviors continue, and frustration mounts for me with every melt down, every backwards shirt, every grueling homework hour. The reality is, for whatever reason, emotionally or intellectually-- he is unable to behave like my other four children. My frustration, and lack of patience is a result of me operating on the premise that he can, but is choosing not to out of defiance. I have a long road ahead of me. Learning how to parent him patiently and with empathy as he screams and snarls at me is a big order. Lord help me to be the parent he needs, give me peace and patience overflowing. It is only through you that I am able to be what I must for our little guy. Amen