There's a funny line in the movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding:
"The man may be the head of the household, but the woman controls the neck!"
Very humorous, but packs a punch with truth!
At our home, ask our kids who is boss & they quickly reply: Daddy!
The Poppa is in charge.
He is the final authority and lovingly sets the rules on what is right & wrong.
But in my short time of being a mother, I've come to realize, that my mood is the stabilizing
force in our household. "If Momma ain't happy, ain't no one happy,
kinda thing." With this knowledge comes a bigger sense of responsibility
for me to be fully in control of my emotions. To not allow anger or
frustration or aggravation be my motivator for my words or my actions.
My kids are watching me all the time, judging how the day is going to
go, determining how they should or should not act based on what I am
doing.
When I really stop and reflect on this, I am afraid. Fearful that I cannot do this correctly. Because, frankly, life sometimes is
hard. Sometimes I'm tired. Sometimes I am inpatient. Sometimes I am
angry. I have failed and allowed what is happening in the moment to
bring down the mo-jo in our home.
Of
course I recognize the balance that is required with being authentic. I
don't want my children to by Pollyanna's, to grow up and believe that
everything is always in perfect harmony all the time. That's not what
I'm talking about. I'm talking about the moments where I'm frustrated
because the bank balance is low and I've yelled at my children too
quickly. (Yep, just being real here.....)
With great power, comes great responsibility.
" Dear Gracious & Kind Heavenly Father, I need Your help me to use it well. Amen."
