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.