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Isn’t it funny how so many things can be used for good or for evil? She never thought too much about that though. She was way too busy raising her children to sit and think deep thoughts for very long.
Busy trying to make a house into a home, and keep the family fed, and the clothes clean, and everyone’s teeth brushed. There were a lot of “gotta-do’s” hammering down on her head and thrumming through her veins. And sometimes those children could seem more like stumbling blocks than blessings.
And she’d catch herself getting frustrated, and sometimes that frustration would build up and build up until she found herself seeing red, and she’d use her hand to smack one of those children on the bottom. Unless she missed, in which case it might be a thigh. Later she might feel remorse for losing her temper and causing her children pain, but in the heat of the moment all she felt was release. Shameful, but true.
But the day came when she reached for a child in love, to give a hug, and that child flinched away from her. Flinched. And she looked at her hands – the hands that had dried that child’s tears, changed its diapers, and soothed the fevers – and she saw that they were now something to be feared. She wondered at the confusion this must have caused her children, never knowing if the touch of her hands held love or pain, and if they (and she) could be trusted.
So she resolved to find a better way, and with God’s help, she did. It took some time and a lot of prayer (and Mommy time-outs), but her children eventually learned that her hands could be trusted to guide them gently but firmly, instead of always inflicting pain.
She also learned not to be ruled by her to-do list, but that’s a story for another day….