So, yesterday was one of those days when I felt like the worst and best version of myself all within a matter of hours. I took Lily (2 years old) to the library for storytime. We had never been to this particular library before, and I was looking forward to fun for Lily and a chance for me to meet some new moms in the area. I prepped Lily before going into storytime about listening and obeying, but to no avail. She refused to sit on the carpet but instead wanted to run and jump about the room while the other children sat politely listening to the story. After a couple of attempts to reign her in I had to take her to the restroom. She bucked and cried all the way out and I was quite embarrased. This is the part I really dislike about parenting, or should I say about myself, when I feel mad at Lily for something that is really about me. I didn't yell or beat Lily or anything like that, but inside I felt angry at her for being so strong willed, for not obediently sitting on the rug, for making me look bad, etc... I know I am not the first parent to deal with a tantrum. I realize that they happen in the lives of most children (some more than others), and through patience, love, and discipline the child will come out of this phase. (I hope!!!) But, what's bothering me is that my heart is still in the tantrum phase. I want to train Lily without all the angry emotions bubbling up. Sometimes I do but other times, especially the public times, I hate what is exposed in my heart. I so badly want to be a good mom and I love my daughter so much. I know good parenting takes the strength of Jesus. I need Him to cleanse my heart. Each day is new and the tantrum that feels like it will never end can reverse itself into a bubbly expression of joy.
Which brings me to the second part of the day. Donnie's workplace had a fall party for the employee's children yesterday, so I took Lily in the afternoon. I dressed her up in a Tinkerbell costume that I found at the thrift store, and she was bubbling over with excitement about "going to a special party". She pranced around the office like she owned the place, grabbing handfuls of candy for her treat bag and commenting on the other children's costumes. Donnie and I were both bursting with love and joy. Can anyone describe this feeling to someone who doesn't have children? The sheer joy you feel when you child is experiencing something for the first time. She was just too cute! We had such a fun time watching her have a good time.
I know parenting isn't all about parties and candy and warm fuzzies. And, really I don't want it to be. I want the sin of my heart to be exposed. I want my mind to be renewed. I want to be made holy, but sometimes the process isn't too much fun.
So, this isn't really the most uplifting post, especially for my first, but it was on my mind. I've been blogging in my head since I was 12 (way before blogs were even conceived), and I love to read other's blogs, but I've been hesitant to start my own. But, I'm going for it. I hope my blog is a place of inspiration. Mainly I have a lot of happy things I'd like to share, thoughts, happenings, ideas, pictures, etc... We'll see how this goes....