A Scary Privilege: How We as Moms Set the Tone
This Saturday, it fell apart.
“Why is it that the day before a Youth Sunday, everything somehow goes so badly?” my husband asked, sliding a hand through his hair in exasperation. “It never fails.”
Toddlers dissolved into tears; teens argued; but mostly it was me. I argued, raged, and dissolved into tears. In an embarrassing grocery store incident, a stranger snapped at us — I responded– then he apologized and gently hoisted kitty litter into our cart. My daughter and I flushed an embarrassed crimson and bagged rapidly, wanting just to be away from watching eyes. Stacking blueberries and lettuce heads, I heard his soft apology, and offered an embarrassed one of my own.
Changing my default of discontent to doxology, described by Ann Voskamp, author of “One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are,” is not easy to master. I can so easily fall into complaining, whining, or indignant behavior.
At home, surrounded by a bounty of groceries and a wealth of old resentment and impatience, my family and I stopped, apologized, and started over. Choosing to see good in the day, in each other, in the gifts from our Creator, we stopped, apologized and started over.
Peace settled slowly into our home, joy creeping in.
Oh friend, can you relate? Have you noticed a direct co-relation between your mood and your family’s moods some days? What helps you and your family in those times? (Those in email can click here to join the conversation.)