Jesus looked at them and said, “For human beings this is impossible, but for God all things are possible.” Mark 10:27
When Mason makes a mistake, his reaction is intense. A dark cloud descends and he beats himself up, literally and figuratively. When he’s really disappointed by what he’s done, he’ll actually bang his head against the wall or slap himself in the face.
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I am a terrible mother at bedtime. By that hour of the day my tank is empty, and there’s not a shred of patience left in me. To protect my kids from the mean mommy that lurks within, my husband usually puts our kids to bed.
Jocelyn started first grade last Wednesday. She went from half days in kindergarten last year, to a summer of rest and relaxation. These new six hour school days are a shock to her system. By Friday afternoon, with just two and a half days of school under her belt, she was literally sobbing in my arms. As I rocked her, and sang to her to calm her down, I felt her pain.
Zack did track this past spring in Middle School. It was one of the only sports without a try out: anyone can join. I kept getting conflicting reports, but I think there ended up being 120 kids with only 3 coaches. Needless to say, Zack got next to no coaching all season.
When Zack started Middle School last year, he was required to take a foreign language. Oddly enough, his school put a computer class (ILS) in the foreign language category. I suppose it’s because it included computer coding, and that’s certainly Greek to me! Of course Zack, with his passion for computers, opted for ILS.
I’m one of those mean moms who makes her kids do math and Spanish worksheets almost every day of the summer. I truly believe my kids need the practice. I can see the positive impact on their school work September to June because of it. Of course my kids don’t see it that way. To them, I’m just a terrible mother who is raining on their parade.