Mothering

Growing pains with children.  It never stops.  Seems we go through spurts where everything is rosy, and then get blind-sided when one of our kids isn't as happy as we maybe thought they were.  They can be good actors. And I can be so out of touch.  I'm here all the time, but apparently don't always see what's right in front of my face.  The reality of a large and busy household will do that, I guess.

I put part of it to peer pressure.  The need to fit in and inability to see where you actually should be.  I remember those days.  I still feel that way at times. The square peg and the round hole syndrome.

So here after midnight as Wednesday has already spilled into Thursday, I hand them over to the Lord again.  I have to do that a lot.  Let go.  Pray and then go clean something, but in the case of tonight, I'll pray and then read something that settles down my spirits.  It's raining and the house is quiet. Rest is such a healer.  Well, if we let it.  Think I will.