Monday, November 10, 2008

Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This...

Actually, the day itself was fine, it was just the evening...

We were cleaning the kids' rooms and all was fine, but then Conner knocked all of the games down on the floor. Not such a big deal, right? I happened to be holding a Tinker Toy stick and I popped his diapered bottom and said something like "No", only not mean, just sort of a "quit it" sort of "no". Do you moms know the "no" I'm talking about? I don't know how else to say it. Anyway, my little Conner, my littlest angel, my little baby, looked at me with sheer horror on his face, screamed bloody murder and ran to the other side of the room. I knew immediately that I had hurt him. I reached for him and he threw himself down on the floor, almost like he was afraid of me. I picked him up and he was doing that continuous movement thing that they do when something hurts really bad. I was just in shock! I held him close and went out to the family room. He kept saying "I want you to stand up and I want a drink." I got him some orange juice and sat with him on the couch for a minute, and then asked if I could see his bottom. He stood up and I pulled the top of his diaper out so I could see. THERE WAS A WELT ABOUT FOUR INCHES LONG across the top of his bottom! Then I burst into tears and just tried to keep telling him how sorry I was. Do two-year-olds understand a grown-up apology? I just didn't think I popped him that hard. When I did it I wasn't even mad, just sort of being silly.

So that was sort of the night blower for me. All of the sudden I was cranky with all of the other kids. They weren't cleaning good enough, fast enough, whatever. Then they weren't reverent enough during scripture, so we just said prayer and went to bed. Most nights at least one kid comes out after having been put to bed, but tonight not one got up.

Now it's thunder storming and my husband is driving his hour-long drive home. I hate that. Thank goodness for cell phones.

Don't worry, I'm OK. We can learn a wonderful lesson of forgiveness from our little ones. My Conner won't even remember all of this tomorrow. Forgive and forget. They're so good at it.

2 comments:

Thompson Family said...

That's the cutest picture of Conner! It's amazing to me sometimes how much we learn from our precious little ones. Just today, I got mad at Zach because he wouldn't take a nap. I scolded him and sent him to bed. Despite being frustrated as heck I couldn't help but smile when he showed up two minutes later smiling sheepishly wanting a hug. I think there is good reason that the Lord commands us to be as little children. I can tell that you are a good mom Ashley. I really look up to you and hope that when I have five children of my own that I can be as good of a mom as you!

Kristy said...

My dad always told me about when she was potty training me, my dad came home once, and I did something. Well, you know how when a kid is wearing a diaper, you have to really poppem hard? He didn't know I didn't have a diaper, and smack, right on my rear. I of course was screaming like a banshee, and he felt horrible. Later that night mom was changing me, and she called him in, and I had a huge red welt in the shape of a hand on my rear. He felt soooo bad!

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