Feelin’ Groovy

Listen, I’m not even going to pretend that I know the secret to your children’s happiness.

Truth? I’m not going to pretend I know the secret to my children’s happiness.

The one thing I do know? As soon as you think you have life figured out with your happy little family, someone lobs a grenade right in the middle of it and blows it all to hell.

If you’ve been around a while, you know this is generally a place to come and read about the Coach’s antics and the funnier moments of parenting.

You also know that posting has been sporadic for a while, so you sent me e-mails asking me if everything was okay. Some of you begged me to write about my hilarious family, and others of you just sent gracious notes letting me know you were praying, but you weren’t sure why.  They weren’t wasted.  God has been faithful, and we are fine, but I don’t mind telling you it hasn’t been my favorite season of life.

The last eighteen months at the Momsense home have not been funny, and everyone has reached the age where some things just need to be private.

We’ve had a tough time, and in the lucid moments we knew it would be temporary.

The problem is that when you’re in the middle of raising kids, the moments of lucidity are few and far between.

So, I’ve been quiet.

The children, however, have not.

Our pediatrician told me last year that there are three stages of puberty.

We’ve got ’em all. At once.

Three different varieties of crazy all interacting with one another for one of the wildest rides I’ve ever been on.

We’ve got pimples, mood swings, bloating, spontaneous crying – and that’s just me.

The one common denominator has been a temporary depression in each of the children.

Each child acted differently, but each one of them experienced it.

The one common denominator in getting them on the road back to themselves was listening to them.

And double doses of Benadryl.

Oh, I kid. I’d never medicate them for peace and quiet, but don’t think for a minute I wouldn’t medicate myself.

So listen to them, and bite your tongue for a bit. You’ll hear what they are trying to tell you, and then you just have to trust that the good Lord will show up and tell you where to go from there.

So listen. He’ll show up; you’ll know what to do.

Until then- get yourself some Benadryl.

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See Y’all!

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1 Comment on Feelin’ Groovy

  1. Raine
    March 6, 2012 at 3:09 pm (6 years ago)

    Listening is definitely something I could work harder on.

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