I am not sure if it is Spring Fever or the age, but my children are becoming more energetic by the day. K, P & R could now be called Ms. Dramatic, Mr. Overreaction and Mr. Testosterone. My spunkiness and my husband's intensity are showing up more and more in these little 3 foot tall, brunette packages everyday. And this mama is tired.
Admittedly, the older they get the more rational they become. This makes much of disciplining them more clear cut, as I generally know if their disobedience was the result of ignorance or true intent. Their energy level, the noise and the newfound experimentation with talking back have started to wear me down.
I am also mindful that they are old enough now that they will potentially have lifelong memories of our interactions. I am very intentional about telling them how much I love them--complimenting their strengths and encouraging them in their place in our family and the world. Yet, I am reminded that I must be careful with sarcasm--and really watch my tone (especially when tired or exasperated) and the message it may inadvertently send.
My friend Beth and I were talking about this last week and agreed we would like to experiment with a tape recorder for a day--to listen back to not only what we said to our children, but the way we said it. I cringed at that thought, then I realized in many ways these little hearts are just that, tape recorders taking in every word and tone.
Lord, hold this tongue and more importantly clean up my heart. "Out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks." Grant me wisdom, gentleness and self control. Fill my heart (and mouth) with love, joy, grace, mercy, patience and kindness. Fill my heart with You.
This motherhood thing is a big job, isn't it?