I'm having one of those mothering moments. One of those moments when I just know that I have NO CLUE- and these poor, helpless children that are mine must suffer for it.
It happens with babies a lot. You wonder why they are fussy. It's not a normal cry. It's not for food. They aren't overly tired. Is it teeth? Are they sick? Is it a phase? Are they too hot? Too cold? Ornery?
Livia. (of course) She's the closest to a baby, but not really a baby anymore. She's been up in her crib crying on and off through naps and crying in the night for long stretches of time. . . and this has been going on for many days. I just can't figure out what's going on! And she's old enough that she can talk. . . but not old enough to tell me clearly what is bothering her. Mostly she just says, "Crying. Sad. Crying. Sad." It's downright confounding!
On one hand I'd like to be frustrated. She is, after all, imposing upon my sleep and my free time- as well as making me feel stupid. But COME ON!
I'm horribly selfish, and recognizably so. Now I feel badly. (guilty, too!) I admit my failure to serve willingly, even my children. Woe is me! May God be ever patient with me as I keep tripping over myself and yet endeavoring to please Him. And may HE continue to take ever more infinite care of my children than I do!
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