Wow. 100 posts. For many that is just a miniscule amount. For me, who really only started this blog as a way of journaling for my scrapbook pages, that number is a huge amount. My blog has changed from jotting down memories of my kids to hoping to reach other discouraged, burned out moms who need an encouraging word. I’m just grateful for the opportunity to tell stories and remember moments.
Last night was interesting. S came in my room at 12:30 am and had a small comb stuck in her hair. Now she has lights out at 10 so I don’t know if she actually slept first and woke up and just “decided” to comb her hair. She said she wasn’t thinking. Apparently not. It was a deja vu moment with B. B got her hair so incredibly stuck in her brush one time it looked freakish. S had wound it tightly and it would not come out. I had to cut her hair out. Sent her to bed and told her we would talk about it today. Luckily, Rachel had planned on taking her to a hair salon (a first for S) to get her hair cut short and thinned out. Her hair has always been an area of conflict. She doesn’t like the tangles because they hurt so she doesn’t get them out and that just becomes a vicious circle.
After an hour and a half of conversation today, some of it heated, S is realizing her privileges have increased at too rapid a pace. We need to back down, take it slower and allow her to breathe. It’s really not anything big that has changed, but she is recognizing that her tendency to sabotage the good things is raring its head. We also had many words about puberty, hormones, choices, temptations, what God believes about her. And I realized, once again, how many hours a week I spend counseling my children, all of them, not just the younger ones. It is one of the privileges that I have, but it’s also very often the answer I should give my mom when she asks what I did today! These moments can never be gotten back and I’ve always tried to be available to my kids to be their sounding board. So when the laundry doesn’t get done or school was not quite successful, I have to remember all that I pour into my children and know God will bless that.