The love of a parent

Today was a hard day. Sydney had a friend over to play and it was going well until a third little girl came into the picture. 2 is fun 3 is not much fun. Some things came out of my little girls mouth that I didn't like. Where did he learn it? well, I guess me. When I hear my sweet baby talk so mean I just cringe inside and vow to be patient and slow to anger form that moment on...I do this at least once a day.

Then at about noon, the phone rings and the caller ID says Pennfield schools. Either Ben is sick or he got hurt on the playground!!!! Well, neither. Ben is IN TROUBLE! "Not my sweet, obedient child!" In the end it was not a huge deal but due to half days and the up coming spring break the principal was unable to use her normal consequence (no recess) so she had to call home.
Chris and I decided that we would take away TV, Playsation, computer, etc and have him write sentences. "My poor baby"
When Chris got home, Ben didn't want to talk to him about it but chris did an AWESOME job! We asked ben how long he thought he should be without TV etc and he said "probably 7 days" we suggested 5 and he said "well, I like 5 better but I did something really bad so I should probably have 7 "- and then he broke down crying! (so did chris and I :) )

So it made me think. My precious, only son made a mistake and I was so sad for him. I wasn't mad or embarrased, my heart was aching for him and I wanted to forgive him and be done with it.
Lord, I know I make mistakes often and you always forgive me. You wrap your arms around me, love me and move on, even if I do it a million times! Thank you!