I ran out of threats.
I ran out of energy.
I ran out of the room.
Mothering can be exhausting and emotional and it can empty you.
It was one of those days where my patience was a thin rope and my child was swinging from it. I was barely holding on and she wouldn’t let go.
Go. To. Your. Room.
I sighed and paced. Consequences ran through my mind and I made my mental list of how I should handle her actions.
My head was foggy, but I heard it clear Go to her.
Just the thought diffused my anger. I laid down my need for control.
I put away my rules and my mental list of consequences. I set aside the threats and the lectures. I slowly climbed the stairs and stood at her doorway. She looked up, eyes brimming. Instead of seeing a defiant child, I saw pain. Instead of seeing anger, I saw my little girl. I walked to her bed and sat down. Without saying a word, I wrapped my arms around her.
She bristled at first and tried to pull away. But I held on and slowly, she melted in to me. And we sat there saying nothing, but everything that needed to be said.
Maybe sometimes our kids don’t need another rule.
Maybe they don’t need another consequence or punishment.
Maybe sometimes we need to break our own rules and just go to them.
Maybe they simply need us to hold them long and hard.
Maybe every once in awhile, our kids need to know no matter what they are feeling or experiencing, no matter how hard they struggle against us or how hard they fight, we will be there.
Standing in the doorway, waiting.