Gosh, Being a Dad can be Tough!
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Tonight was one of those nights where a mixture of Thomas being WAY too tired AND wanting to push his luck at bedtime made it a not-so-fun night at home.
Sometimes, in Confession, I've wondered what the priest thinks, as he sometimes hears us confess the same sins - week after week after week. In fact, in the conversation in the confessional, I've even had a priest ask me about and directly challenge me on my repetition of something time and time again.
Tonight, I connected the dots between our Father in Heaven - acting through the person of the priest in the Sacrament of Confession - to some of the similarities to being a father to a young boy.
When we were starting his bath, Thomas did something that he knows he's not supposed to do. I was stern in reinforcing that he shouldn't do it, and wrapped up his bath quickly (much more quickly than he wanted to) and told him to get out, dry off, and get ready for bed.
He did it again.
So I took him to his room, started to get him ready for bed...
And he did it again.
Words escalate too quickly in this situations.
It's telling that the position I eventually found us in, calming down, with me reinforcing the behavior that I expect out of him, was the one from the famous painting of the prodigal son returning to his father.
I just held my son and comforted him. But at the same time, I was explaining why he was in trouble and what was expected of him in his behavior.
It was refreshing. And as I held his hand as he fell asleep, I could tell - I could feel - that we were ending our day at peace with one another. And I really felt that I had made a breakthrough... that he wouldn't do that thing again.
We'll see how it goes tomorrow... Tomorrow... That's what sometimes makes daddyhood hard.
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July 25th, 2009 - 08:23
oh how I wish I had had a father like you!
July 25th, 2009 - 09:47
Thanks, Kelly. That’s quite a compliment!
July 25th, 2009 - 09:47
PS: You do, of course. In Heaven.
July 25th, 2009 - 09:47
PSS: And he’s a much better dad than I am.
July 28th, 2009 - 21:27
It is refreshing that there are still fathers like you.
My husband is the same.
Patient, kind, understanding, yet firm.
HE guides us in the direction we should follow. It is up to us to decide whether we listen, or ignore him.
When my second son was in the Transplant facility in Miami, I saw unimaginable things. I watched infants slowly die, suffering from trauma that “fathers” and “mothers” inflicted upon them. In speaking with the “other parent” I would learn that they were beaten because they were “being difficult” and not “following directions”. It saddened me that parents, who are suppose to gently guide their children…would hurt them in such a manner.
People like those parents cause one to lose faith in humanity… Then, I read your post, and realise that there are amazing, morally sound, people still out there.
Thank you for the post.
Jennifer
July 31st, 2009 - 22:44
Thank you for the kind feedback, Jennifer, and for the amazing perspective of faith gained and restored due to the various folks that God puts into our paths.