Day 2,466

The Tantrum 

Praying with Dada before he leaves for work. It’s been a sweet addition to our days this season. 

From one sweet moment to one rotten moment in not less than two hours. Real life: my child threw the biggest tantrum I have EVER seen in my entire life yesterday. I’m not often speechless or motionless in my motherhood, but yesterday, I literally had no idea what to do. Stopped dead in my tracks. I was appalled and shocked and embarrassed and tired. And she wouldn’t relent. This over me putting a hooded towel on her soaking wet body after getting out of the pool. Riiiiiiight. Thirty minutes of straight screaming and crying and jello-legging. Awesome. 

And so, this Mama decided that a little bit of “alone” time was necessary. I took the kids to the field after nap, let them play in the family room, and took it upon myself to walk the ballpark all by myself...plus Molly of course. I got to just sit and do nothing and watch baseball and shop for kid hats and look at Adam in the bullpen and once I was able to exhale a bit, I went to my actual seat and let some of the ladies hold the baby. 

And then after maybe an hour and a half, I missed the babes too much, so I went and picked up my sassiest one to watch the last inning with. 



And it was as though nothing of that afternoon ever transpired. Totally back to normal. Thank goodness. Harboring any measure of bittnerness toward this one is nearly impossible - especially when she’s wearing a sparkly pink hat looking like THAT. Ah. I love her so much it hurts. 

The Lord is so good to reveal truths in motherhood in order to reveal truths about my own sinful nature. My tantrums might not look just like Ella Mae’s, but I throw them nonetheless when I don’t get my way. It’s nonsense and hurtful and grieves my God. So...thanks Ella Mae. I think. Hahaha ;)