Friday, December 9, 2005


If I survive motherhood... Well, of course I'll survive. I just don't know if I'll be sane or not by the time the kids are grown. I don't want to be one of those sixty year old women who goes from young mom to young mom warning of the perils of raising children. I've encountered too many of those!

Taylor and I got into it again this morning. It started with him yelling at his brother and just escalated from there. I almost lost it, but locked myself in the bathroom for a few minutes instead and pleaded for wisdom. "Jesus help me. Jesus help me. Jesus help me." It was about like that. He did, and I was able to remain calm and deal with things the right way.

One thing's for sure: Taylor will either grow up to become a successful man of great genius and wisdom, or a bitter and angry man who tries to control the world around him to no avail. There will be no middle ground for this boy.

All this and he's only nine! What are we going to do when, Heaven forbid, he's sixteen???????

Jesus help me. Jesus help me. Jesus help me.
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