Oh my. Mothering, and for that fact, Fathering.
Had a raw conversation with most of our kids last night regarding how we all spend our TIME. It was related to our Internet getting turned back on (payment late, cut off, turned back on...yadda yadda yadda). Anyway, the chat ended up clearing the air that I was noticing had become a tad hazy in our house, spirit-wise. Tears, raised voices, more tears, and ended up all good. As we've all said, for those who have kids---it's not for the faint of heart. Thankfully we were able to talk long enough to resolve the passion of the evening. And let me say, folks talk about the Italians being the most vocal and passionate. My husband has a considerable amount of Irish blood. The Italians don't hold a candle to the Irish. Just so you know.
Got ready for bed last night, took a shower, saw my face in the mirror and apologized to Gary for my appearance when I got to the bedroom. I said (as has been said by me before), that I looked like I'd been rode hard and put away wet. He laughed, said something sweet---which was the right thing to say, especially considering the purple stains underneath my eyes that always appear when I'm tired or stressed.
Got to sleep after 2:30am. Good grief.
The thing is, we're trying to keep our kids focused on the Lord, and not so much on the world. With their generation being hit in every side with multiple technological devices, it's hard. You know what I mean. And while we appear to have good relationships with our kids, they can't really understand (well, some of them) our concern with the time they want to spend on all these things. It's a balance. And difficult to stress an issue when they might not see one.
The only thing to do is present what we see as God's best through us, pray them through it and let the Spirit do His work. And be thankful.
