This was supposed to be a week of rest and relaxation. I guess it actually ended up being just that but not in the way we had planned. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe it was even better than I had planned. On Saturday our family packed up and headed to the beach where we were meeting my parents to send the week together.
The first few hours were great. We got all settled in, had dinner and enjoyed some time just hanging out. But then it went bad. Real bad. We have a drastically different group of kids we are trying our best to parent and not totally screw up. Each of our kids needs something different -- very different. One can't see, one can't hear, one doesn't understand everything being spoken to her and one is genetically identical to her mother; which happens to be me. Because of this our parenting styles for each child varies greatly. Each of those styles has it's own set of difficulties but none compare to parenting a child who greatly resembles her Mommy, in every way, shape and form.
Madi is an amazing kid -- hands down, she really is an amazing creation with a future that screams world changer. But she also is our most difficult kid -- and no, it's not just because she is our only typical developing child. My girl has a temper and a will as strong a steel. She is an emotional child but doesn't really understand how to express of handle those emotions. Happy crosses over into excitement which eventually blurs somehow with anger and a surge of adrenaline. Again, I know these details because she is just like me.
Anyway, things went bad and she mad some really bad choices. Really bad. I'm not gonna go into details -- you just have to take my word for it. In our house every bad behavior results in a consequence. We are a tough family, but we also have amazing kids who I refuse to let slide into a sub par way of living. We push for excellence because they all have amazing potential and we want to push them to be all that God has created them to be.
Long story short. Madison was punished and lost the beach for the week. No sand, no water, no rides, no boardwalk treats. It really stunk -- for all of us.
Life went on and we all got over the bad choices that were made, but we all just ended up totally board, so we came home the next day. Parenting really stinks sometimes. Parenting with a greater purpose -- pushing our kids closer to God can, in the moment, stink even more.
But in the end we all had an amazing week. We came home and took life at a slower pace. Had a chance to talk to each other, laugh and enjoy the simplicity of home.
Parenting is a very scary thing. God gives us these beautiful children and somehow we are not only supposed to keep them alive but also help them find their purpose and destiny in life.
Thank God we do not do this alone. Seriously. I may not be the best parent, but I'm learning that my skills coupled with a whole lot of His grace, provision and love makes for a pretty good team.
And in the end, His plans for our week turned out better then ours!