As I sit here writing this, my son is his room whining for me in his bed. He is supposed to be asleep but of course he is whining instead because most of his waking moments these days are spent whining...okay, that's better, I just turned itunes on really loud to drown out his voice.
This past Friday Ricky and I had made plans to hang out with our friends. We were going to drop the kids off with the grandparents and have them spend the night so that we could have our much needed break, but as usual things did not go according to plan. Noah got sick and so instead I spent the day and evening at home with a whiny kid. This seemed to set the pace for the not-so-pleasant weekend. Saturday, was spent with family and when Noah wasn't sleeping, he was whining about not wanting to eat, or his "owie," or not wanting to swim, or something else. Then this morning I received a call from my husband while I was at work. He was at his wits end and I could hear Noah crying hysterically in the background. Noah was having a melt down and Ricky was ready to run far far away! I felt helpless as there was really nothing I could do aside from talking to Noah on the phone and trying to calm him down. Eventually Ricky got him to calm down. The rest of the day again consisted of Noah whining for one reason or another and it seemed that the time outs and spankings only served as a 5 minute remedy. The weekend has now come to an end and Ricky just went on a grocery run and I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't return for a week or so just to give himself a break from the little 2 year-old terror we named Noah. At this point I dread waking up to another full day of spending time with my whiny 2 year-old. How awful is that?
The good news in all this? I feel like I am on my knees praying for God's wisdom and strength about a million times a day. One of the things that He reminds me of daily is that I am to be an example of Him to my kids always. I can completely taint their view of Jesus at this early stage in their lives. Therefore I cannot blow up at them, or say hurtful things to them, or throw myself out the window! God does not do that to us. Although He is firm and He does make us face consequences, He is always patient, loving, gentle, and slow to anger. So, when I feel like I am going to lose it, I take a deep breath, pray for wisdom and patience, and remember that I am to be Jesus to my kids...oh and I put in an emergency call to the grandparents and ask for them to come to the rescue!