My kids fight sometimes. Do yours? If you want to know, numbers 3 and 4 are fighting horribly lately. It's discouraging. I try reasoning, punishing, humor, mediating, and sometimes even letting them have at it. Nothing makes a difference. They may stop and make up for the moment, but a day, or an hour, later, they're right back at it. I am commanded to not let my children contend one with another. I guess I'm not doing a fabulous job keeping up with that one. Really, though, as a mom, if it's not one concern it's certain to be another.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Throughout the years, however, I've had glimpses of sweetness in our family life that have let me know that everything is alright. I remember one day when the girls were small I looked out my kitchen window to see them playing in our back yard. It hadn't been long that they were really old enough to go out and play on their own, so it was a relatively new sight. They were having such a great time enjoying each other that I was overcome with emotion. I felt a little silly crying at my sink because my girls were happily experiencing sisterhood. I later tried to relate this story to my husband. He didn't quite get it. His mother, on the other hand, knew exactly what I was talking about.
Tonight I had a similar experience during Family Home Evening. It was #4's turn to give a lesson. #1 helped him pick out some pictures of Adam and Eve and then helped him with long words as he read the narration on the back of the pictures. There was something so tender about #1's manner. She tried to anticipate which words her brother may not know to provide him with a smooth delivery. Watching them I realized I had a huge, silly grin on my face, and the moment I became aware of how touched I was, the tears began to flow.
It was a small, simple, significant moment. I was reassured that I am raising loving, giving people who I can only assume will no longer be pushing and kicking each other as adults. I am thankful for moments like this. I am thankful for the great kids that they are, maybe in spite of their mother.
Posted by Mina at 9:42 PM