Hello There Resolution, I’ve Been Waiting for you.
It was Sunday evening and our sweet little 16 month old angel was being anything but angelic. She seemed to be trying to make a statement to the family that this was her show and we were lucky just to have supporting roles. She was cranky and whiny and just couldn’t get right. She didn’t want to play and the only time she smiled was when she was taking something that she shouldn’t have and throwing it on the floor when we said no.
She may be the smallest member of this family but on Sunday night she was taking more than her fair share of the pie. Our oldest just wanted to sit and color without prying crayons from her little sister’s mouth and the evening’s soundtrack of constant crying and bickering was putting everyone on edge.
With nerves starting to frazzle is was time for dad to step up and be the captain of the ship. So, I walked into the bedroom, put on a pair of khakis, laced up my shoes and decided to make a stand. This kid needed something that we apparently weren’t able to give her so I got her dressed and we headed to church. Sometimes it is in our darkest hour that we turn to God for help.
Luckily the church is only 3 miles from the house so we made it just in time for the evening service to start. I carried our little one and a bag filled with diapers and juice and Cheerios for her to sprinkle on the floor to the church nursery. I checked her in, handed over her gear, and gave the nursery worker an apologetic nod. I should have slipped her a 50.
Then, without looking back, I walked out to the car and drove home basking in the silence and hopeful that the preacher would be long-winded. Sometimes parenting requires an outside of the box approach and the next 90 minutes of monster free peace was just what we needed. I said a prayer of thanks to baby Jesus and gloated a bit at my stroke of genius.
This didn’t really happen but when your kid is bad enough that you contemplate extreme measures it is totally weak.