The baby was sobbing because she had been awakened too many times. She is a total daddy's-girl during the day, but wouldn't settle at all to sleep, despite Carlos patiently walking. The two year old was shrieking at the top of her lungs. I was frustrated and near panic because she had been screaming for several minutes and I couldn't get her to tell me if she was hurting or what was wrong.
Outwardly, I remained calm, because I knew I would fall apart if I allowed the smallest crack. Inwardly, I was shrieking along with the two year old, and crying out to God for help and grace.
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I breathed, Elena passed gas audibly a few times and was fine (I am so glad it wasn't anything serious, but ouch--that can really be painful. Might need to look into probiotics for her). To further add a happy note into the nightmarish night, I clicked on my phone and saw that Sarah had added post 32 in The Restoration of All Things! It was a really good one, and brought several smiles to my face. We all got some much needed rest.
I know a lot of people talk about mommy-burnout and the constant giveathon of parenting. Rarely do we hear stories of grace being lavished on us. I am so grateful for the tenderness of my children. I have always loved the expression, "Grace is for mamas, too." I generally think of it as referring to God's forgiveness and the compassion of other parents. Last night was a shower of extravagant grace from my children, and I am so grateful. I pray that the next time I am tempted to lose patience or to respond with anything other than kindness, that I will remember their example.
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Sweet post. Just another proof that we're all human - even good mommies! Children minister to us -- each of us -- in multitudes of ways. I say, "Thank God ALWAYS for the little people!"
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Such a sweet post. :-) There are always those moments in my life too, especially as a Mum, when I'm literally screaming out for some help saying that sleep deprivation is a form of torture. Then I find it right in front of my face in the little crevices of my sons sweet hands, in the smell of his hair, is the little way he touches my face as I nurse him. *sigh* :-)
I just love it when our children minister to US! :) Somehow, they just know.....
Oh, how sweet! Children have such a special way of making everything alright!
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