considerable grace

A couple of days ago, Sophie and I had an exchange that was convicting and informative (and a little funny in retrospect too). It went something like this:

"Soph? I’m going to take Ella upstairs now and try to help her get to sleep for her nap."

“OK, Mom.” (Her words said, “OK,” but her tone said, “I’m not happy.”)

“Soph? Is something wrong? You seem to be saying, ”OK," but then you seem mad about it."

“Well ... I thought you said we were going to watch that video together?”

(She was right. I had said that. I had just forgotten.)

“Yes, that’s true. OK. Let’s go watch the video and I’ll hold Ella downstairs.” (My words said, “OK,” but my tone said, “I’m not happy.”)

“Mom? Is something wrong? You seem to be saying, ”OK," but then you seem mad about it."

Hmmmmm. Really? Wonder where she learns this stuff from?

(!!)

So all of this led into a productive conversation about our hearts / James 4 / desires elevated to demands / monster wants, etc. It also gave us a great opportunity to learn to communicate better.

(Oh, how I pray that our lines of communication will remain open and honest as she continues to grow!)

Back into our strange Saturday now ... strange because now Ella is really sick. So I held her until around 2AM and then Fred held her the rest of the night, poor love. So in addition to not feeling well ourselves, we are really tired and “off” from sleeplessness.

Good thing another snowstorm is blanketing us in. No place to go!

Blessings to you and yours,
Tara B.