Parent fail

Last Saturday started so nice. I woke up and spent time reading my Bible and spending time with God. I had a nice breakfast. I visited with my sweet David and then we started painting the living room. We were finished by lunch. Both of our grown kids had to work that day but everything was back in place by the time they got home.

Lydia made plans with friends but Andrew was ready to relax after a busy week with work and online classes. David and I decided to have a fire pit and roast some brats and of course have some s’mores.

Now let me back track for a minute. Every week that I grocery shop I always text and ask if anyone needs anything or has any requests for supper that week. David and I had a fire pit a couple of weeks before so I assumed we still had stuff for s’mores. The box of graham crackers was right there in the cabinet.

David decided he wanted some grippo’s potato chips so he decided to go to the store. Before he left, he asked if we needed anything else. I answered no. While he was gone, I was a good little wife and went and started the fire. When he got back, I started gathering all of the needed items on a tray. And then it happened. I grabbed the box of graham crackers. And it only had two crackers in it. I. Lost. My. Mind. Over graham crackers. It was ugly y’all. Picture a small child throwing a tantrum in Walmart. I ended up yelling “I hate you guys”. Now that’s strong language. But I was so mad I didn’t remember all the words I spewed during my fit. I carried all the rest of our stuff out to the deck table and plopped my unhappy self in our hammock.

I always tell everyone in my house that our food is for all of us. Andrew apparently had been munching on the graham crackers which should be fine. He’s totally entitled but I made him feel so bad. I wounded his heart. He went to the store and got us another box, maybe hoping I would choke on them. When he came back home he asked me why I had hate in my heart. Ugh. Now I don’t hate my kids but I had been allowing something in my heart for that to come out.

Why am I sharing this horrible moment I’d rather forget? Because we all do and say things in the heat of the moment that we know later we shouldn’t have. It reminds me of what the apostle Paul penned in Romans.

“So the trouble is not with the law, for it is spiritual and good. The trouble is with me, for I am all too human, a slave to sin. I don’t really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don’t do it. Instead, I do what I hate. But if I know that what I am doing is wrong, this shows that I agree that the law is good. So I am not the one doing wrong; it is sin living in me that does it. And I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. I want to do what is right, but I can’t. I want to do what is good, but I don’t. I don’t want to do what is wrong, but I do it anyway. But if I do what I don’t want to do, I am not really the one doing wrong; it is sin living in me that does it. I have discovered this principle of life—that when I want to do what is right, I inevitably do what is wrong. I love God’s law with all my heart.”
‭‭Romans‬ ‭7:14-22‬ ‭NLT‬‬

The moral of the story is try not to lose your mind over graham crackers.

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