The love of a child and redemption
To often is it easy to forget that our children love us unconditionally. They love us no matter what just as we love them for being our children, unconditionally. Tonight I had an experience that happens all to often. The kids were not following instructions and dad was loosing his cool. Only to be reminded that I too was a child once. Without boring you with the details the kids were showing out in a restaurant and I wanted no part of it and felt trapped, completely helpless and I am the one in the family that they look to for leadership. I responded instead of reacting and made it an unpleasant evening for all.
On our ride home I was reminded several times by the children that they were sorry for misbehaving and my wife gave a scornful look. It makes a long ride home longer. Only to find that there are other issues when we return home. Homework not done, kids not wanting to bathe and a wife who is getting more frustrated with me and the children. I had a decision to make and make fast to save the evening from being completely ruined. So I did as any studios husband, father does. I let selective listening take over and started to tune out the noise around me. Another bad choice.
Through no great effort of mine the homework got done, the children were bathed and put to bed and my bride was still not very cheerful. Lost for words I could only do what I could and hugged and held her like we were giddy teenagers again only to be interrupted buy a child not feeling well. Sigh..
I took the time to tend to the child and get them back asleep only to find my wife sleeping soundly for me to deliver a kiss from the falsely ailing child, helped her get into bed only to find myself telling the world about it.
The silent house, sleeping children and bride and no interruptions cause me to reflect on how to redeem this day and allow kids to be kids, and to keep that unconditional love coming in.
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