I know....I KNOW....it's been forever. Guess I'm still learning to juggle three kiddos...
I took my boys to a store today. A store that is not my favorite. But it is close. We needed to get out of the house and get something new to do (we ended up with Hot Wheels coloring books, but that's not the point of the story). And my youngest boy had a screaming, crying meltdown...through the whole store. And more than one customer asked what was wrong, why wasn't he being good. And for an instant, I was embarrassed of my boy and his behavior. Thank goodness I was able to nip that yucky feeling in the bud, because just seeing my boy at his worst is like seeing one pixel of a masterpiece.
What they didn't see is:
my son is extremely smart (and I'm not just saying that!)
he is extremely kind and loves his siblings fiercely
he is an encourager
he is passionate (well, they saw that a bit)
he is handsome
and in this moment in time, he is mine. Mine to nurture, to snuggle, to read to, to care for. And I love him all the fiercer for the times when being a parent is hard.
We all have bad days and bad moments. Days when we need more grace. And sometimes, we just need a long nap to turn things around.