Yesterday was just one of those kinda days.
Where things go wrong and words speak louder than actions.
Yesterday R1 had a bad day, made some bad choices. And his decisions affected me and Hubs.
A friend said to me yesterday evening, everyone messes up and deserves another chance. And he was right.
So last night R1 and I talked a little bit about his actions and we decided to forgive and move forward. I even let him watch TV after I told him he was going straight to bed when we got home.
Then later on in the evening, R1 did something else that just set me off. I admit it, I yelled and screamed. If I wanted him to learn from my actions, then I did a down right crappy job!
In all the craziness of the moment, I realized that God gives us second chances. And thirds and fourths and so on.
So after we fixed the problem and I calmed down. I prayed then I went to R1's bedroom and prayed with him. Actually we both prayed. We both prayed for each other along with other things.
This is the side I want my son to see. The side of me where my faith kicks in and God take control, not my anger fueled emotions with the devil sitting on my shoulder saying "go for it!"
Being a parent is one of the hardest jobs I have ever had. In fact some times it just down right stinks!
And when life doesn't go down the nice neat path and the bumps feel more like pot holes, or better yet like the earth opened up and swallowed us, we know God loves us and forgives us.
I told both boys last night, no matter what they did that day or any other day, no matter what they say or said in the past, I love them. I will always love them. God loves them.
And if He can forgive them, then so can I.