This morning our sweet Grant (5) came into our bedroom at 5:30.
Is it morning yet, Mom?
Are you kidding me? I just put this kid in bed. How could he possibly be up?
No. You need to go back to your room and play quietly. I need to sleep.
But I want to BE WITH someone!
But I want to be a happy mommy! THIS ISN’T FAIR!
I sent him to play with the dog, hoping he wouldn’t wake his sister up. He did.
After more of my own frustrated tears, smacking my pillow on the bed a few times and mentally rehashing the list of the horrible side-effects of us all not getting enough sleep, I felt a shift. Anna asking Elsa if she wants to build a snowman came to mind. No matter how much I want to blame him, Grant isn’t to blame for his internal clock. He doesn’t deserve my wrath.
And I have a choice right now. Am I going to celebrate the kids’ friendship and enjoy what opportunities I DO have with them or am I going to be angry and blame them for my bad mood and resent them for not having enough energy to do what I want to do all day?
And with a little grace, I said out loud:
Andrea, no matter how much sleep you got last night, you can be kind.
Praying for a little more grace to live it out the rest of the day.