a couple weeks ago i had a really bad day.
i was acting like a total brat.
{i was going to use the other b word buuuuut....}
i was acting that way because on the inside, emotionally...i wasn't doing too well.
and i was hungry.
and i can get pretty upset when i'm hungry.
and there was no food in the house.
ok let's be honest. there was food.
just nothing quick and easy and i didn't want to cook.
i was also exhausted and of course scarlett didn't want to nap {looking back i was probably so high strung and upset that she couldn't relax enough to go to sleep. my trying to force her to sleep was not helping}.
i wish i could give some grand excuse for my behavior that day.
but i can't.
i'm just human.
moving on.
at one point i barged into the room alex was studying in
{at the time it was the week before the bar}...
yelling and demanding that he watch scarlett and saying some other {not so nice} things.
and at one point i set scarlett down next to him and just walked out.
alex being the gracious, patient man that he is, listened to me and then watched scar so i could calm down. but when i came back i guess i was still upset (about God knows what) because once again i started yelling.
basically i was throwing an adult tantrum. haaaa. not my proudest moment.
somewhere in there with my ridiculous accusations towards alex and my incessant yelling
his patience may have started wavering ;)
he got a little defensive and i may have been told to calm down.
and i hate that.
so all of that just made it so much worse for me. i just yelled {some more} and said things i didn't mean.
but thank Jesus for husbands that love their wives more than themselves. he is so full of love and i don't know how he does it but he quieted himself. listened to me. and hugged me.
i just wanted a hug.
i just wanted him to listen to me talk about this terrible day i was having...
about my frustrations.
i wanted my feelings validated.
although i don't think i knew that's all i wanted until he gave it to me.
but as soon as he did, i just melted.
i cried for a while and apologized over and over again.
i then spent some time crying with Jesus (and scarlett on my lap, looking curiously at my tears)
and let Him give me grace.
after that the rest of my day was better.
i was able to give to scarlett the grace, patience and love she deserves that i was having a hard time giving to her before because my own love cup was getting low.
but thanks to my Father God and loving husband i felt so
refreshed.
so i guess....all this to say...
the next time your child misbehaves or throws a tantrum...
think about what you would want if it were you.
would you want your loved one to just walk away from you because they wanted to "teach you a lesson"?
would you want a lecture?
or would you want someone to listen to why you're upset, why you're acting this way?
or just sit with you while you cry?
hug you?
and then when you've calmed down and if you had done something hurtful or messed up in some way,
that person can talk to you about that...lovingly...after they have connected with you.
and i know i would be much more receptive to listening to what they have to say and learning if i felt understood and cared for.
................................................................................
i know that it is God's
love that betters me.
it is His
love that turns me from sin.
not scolding, not punishment, not shaming.
but love.
His empathy and patience.
His forgiveness.
His kindness.
those things build trust in someone. they make your relationship and connection with that person stronger.
when
S throws a tantrum i want to be there for her while she expresses her big feelings the only way she knows how right now.*
just like alex was there for me when i was irrationally angry at him.
i want her to know that it's not only ok but healthy and good to express her emotions.
her feelings are not wrong.
she just needs to be taught and shown appropriate ways
to express them.
