I have no idea what went through their minds. I could see on their faces that they couldn’t wait for me to stop talking so they could just get their rooms in order and be done with it! Why they didn’t the first three times I asked for it to be done, I don’t know. There. You have my darkest confession about the true state of our home. I often have to ask my sons to do something not once, not twice, but three times before it is done correctly. Yep. It’s true! How much easier was it when they were toddlers to simply have them reciting our little saying? “How do we obey?” Right away, all the way, and in a happy way.” Then they would do what I told them and that would be the end of it.
Oh well. This too shall pass. Did I figure it out? Not really. I still am not sure if it is a failure on my part, a problem to be fixed, or simply the nature of teens that I should accept and not battle. It depends on the day I suppose. How’s that for consistency in parenting?! I am just doing the best I can. I am thankful for their presence and all too soon they will be gone. I try to take deep breaths and remember that. And thankfully, I know that when I am weak, then I am strong. Thankfully, I know that His power is made perfect in my weakness. Thankfully, in the grand scheme of things it’s just a bunch of dirty clothes in a messy room! But some days it seems so much bigger than that!
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