Life is less and less about me and more and more about becoming the daughter of God I was meant to be.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
In need of a "forgive-o-matic"
There are some days where I'm a great mother. And there are other days that I'm just an okay mom.
And then there are days like today...
...a day that I totally bomb as a mom...a day where I want to crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep...a day that I wish I could I could do again.
On Monday night, I had a sneaky suspicion that Sammy had pink eye. One eye had a tiny bit of crustys, and at one point, she said her eye hurt. So I decided to take her in Tuesday morning if it worsened. When she woke up the next day, her eye was totally clear. So I thought that maybe it was just a cold because she had a runny nose and her eyes were more watery than anything else...and there was NO red or pink in the whites of her eye...which is the #1 symptom. Then this morning, she woke up crying because she couldn't open either eye. Oh, and one of Caleb's eyes was also crusty.
Lesson #1 - trust your mom instinct and seek medical attention even if you think they might say, "it's probably just a cold."
Once we got home from the doctor and pharmacy, then the task of giving each child eye drops and cream began. (I would not wish this task on even my worse enemy.) It took both of us to hold Sammy down. For some reason, I didn't even think about the rest of the day (it's Wednesday and Brad wouldn't be home until late) and having to put drops in her eyes alone.
Lessons #2 - it's nearly impossible to put eye drops in a 2 1/2 child without help.
Sammy needed drops 4 times a day, and Caleb needed cream put in his eye twice a day. (Personally, I wish those would have been switched...an 8 month old is a far easier patient.) So before naptime was dosage #2. I had to physically get on top of Sammy, place her head between my knees and try to aim the drops in her eye while holding her arms and legs. It was not a fun ordeal, but somehow I did it. The real hard part came later.
Lessonn #3 - there's always a calm before a storm.
Right before dinner, I decided to give both kids their medicine. Caleb was pretty easy, but it took me over 45 min. to give Sammy her medicine. She was not about to relive the previous medicine session. She kicked, screamed, ran away, cried, hid, dumped things out, threw things, and gave the biggest tantrum I had ever seen. And myself, I'm sad to say, didn't act much different. I yelled, cried, and gave 2 spankings to my daughter in anger. For not one minute was I under control...not one word or action was done in love...her disobedience fueled my fury, and I lost control and perspective.
I totally blew it as a parent.
Lesson #4 - I'm not perfect, nor will I be in this life.
I called Brad, totally cried and yelled over the phone saying that I just couldn't do it. I was done. I wanted to run away. I was ready to let Sammy (and my anger) win. But he calmed me down, prayed for me, and reminded me that I'm not going to be always be a perfect parent. Thinking that I could be a perfect parent all the time was a lie straight from Satan. God called me to be a godly parent, not a perfect one.
Sammy and I both calmed down, and somehow I got the drops in her eyes. And when I got ready to give her another dose before bed, I prayed silently, took a couple of deep breaths, talked to her with love and gentleness, and quickly did the deed. There were no tears...only high fives, a big hug, and lots of praise toward my daughter.
Lesson #5 - with God, all things are possible.
Even though I was able to salvage some of the day, I still feel terribly guilty for how I treated Sammy. I hate it when my anger comes out, especially towards my children. And I hate how I think Sammy should act older than she is...she's not even 2 1/2 yet! I can't expect her to be someone she's not...I can only expect her to be a child...a little girl testing her boundaries, a little girl who is afraid, a little girl who acts out in anger because her mother acts in anger.
When I was praying with Sammy in her bed, I said I was sorry and asked her to forgive me. Even though she probably didn't understand all I said to her, it was something I had to do...and something I will have to do again and again and again. And even it would be easier to have the Veggie Tales "forgive-o-matic", I need to make it a point to model being humble and asking forgiveness of my children...and of God.
Lesson #6 - forgiveness is free and never-ending, and is a precious gift from God.
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Brin has pinkeye, too! I totally understand! Drops for a 14 almost 15 month old is hard too. I can completely relate to the whole feeling like a horrible person. AFter 2 days of struggling with Brin, Sunday night I was ready to throw in the towel myself. Chris came over to us to see if everything was okay because once again she was screaming! And he tried to reassure me by saying I wasn't a mean mom. I said, "I know I'm not a bad mom. I just don't want to take care of her anymore." To which he replied, "That's not good." Nothing bad was sad, but I walked away yellling, "I know! THAT'S the problem!" I went to the back door and cried and cried! Chris was left to put Brin to bed and he sent Maya to me to make me feel better. I heard pitter patter of little feet, felt a hand on my back patting me, and heard a little voice saying, "It's okay, Mommy." I grabbed her and clung to her until I started to feel a little better. When I had pretty much stopped crying, Maya said, "do you want me to blow your nose, Mommy?"
I'm glad for your sake that Caleb has been pretty easy! the day after maya was so sweet to me, I totally yelled at her! Being a human is rough, sometimes. Okay all the time!
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