Blaine & I were in the grocery store for our Weekly Trip. I have been teaching him the value of double coupons, which was a stretch for him on this day, and a challenge for my patience muscles, as well! One of my resolutions this past New Year’s was to use a calm, quiet voice no matter what was occurring (externally with him, &/or internally with me). We were searching for a particular type of meat that I rarely buy, but wanted to buy today because it would cost me nearly nothing with the double coupon and the manufacturer’s coupon on top of that.
Suddenly, a whirlwind of a little boy swooshed by our cart. Then we heard it… that shrill, loud sound of an angry woman, feet pounding toward us as she shouted horrible words at the child. I literally wanted to put my hands over Blaine’s ears. He was standing there with his mouth wide open, eyes staring at the woman as she quickly and angrily grasped the child’s arm and pulled him roughly toward the front of the store. Blaine’s unbelieving eyes followed them all the way down the grocery aisle, and then he turned toward me with the most bewildered look on his little face.
That’s when he said them… the words that broke my heart.
“That’s not his Mommy. We should try to find her for him, he needs her.”
I had to turn my head, my eyes were misting. I wished his words were true, but I was pretty certain that she was his Mother. I vowed to myself then and there to pray longer and more seriously about asking the LORD to help me with my own tongue, not only with the words I use, but with my tone of voice, and my facial expressions. I made a mental note to search for and memorize a few more scriptures to recite to myself when I am at the end of my rope with exhaustion, frustration, and spent energy in mothering & just life in general.