An afternoon of overly dramatic and angry feelings zooming around my house for sometime. I sat on my bed stopped folding the mounds of laundry folded my arms and asked for help from heaven.
Normally, I would scold my Father in heaven for making my child so difficult... pathetic but its the truth. This time through humility I asked that my perfect Father in heaven would help me see how much I love my child, have a greater desire to want to teach him through love and kindness and actually help me love aspects of it.
It was remarkable. No angles came and perfected my situation. Jack didn't suddenly switch from being the dramatic and emotional seven year old and I didn't magically have all the answers. I did however feel peace. My heart softened as I realized I wasn't really mad at Jack I was mad at how I was reacting to him or my lack of love towards helping him.
As I spoke with him I was calmer, had inspiration to teach him a principle in a way that was better than anything I could ever have come up with. I was able to focus on my reaction and try to seek God's direction rather than try to control my child. What a shift that was! So often I am trying to control and make Jack into something that is easy and continent for me while I refuse to listen to God myself. This time I was focused on listening to what my Heavenly Father wanted me to do, I was trying to submit myself to Him.