has blue eyes, blondish-brown hair, and is 6 years old. Today my conscience was my son, because my own didn\’t kick in. Or, worse, I ignored it and carried on regardless of right or wrong.
There is a song Joel learned at Vacation Bible School this past summer. There is a part in the song I have been singing to him recently when he gets angry or frustrated and takes it out on others.
Every move I make, every breath I take, it must be done in love.
He gets it. He\’ll smile, acknowledge the problem and change. I think the singing part helps him feel like that \”corrective moment\” is more fun than corrective.
Today, it was my turn. I was terribly frustrated and was quite snappy with Joel and Livi. I was exasperated with the baby because she wouldn\’t stop crying, and we had to leave for parent-teacher conferences, and how can you do a parent-teacher conference with a screaming baby - do you hear the tone of my voice has gone from middle C to high C???
As we were walking out the door, and I was barking commands at my children, Joel stopped me at the door. He gently and respectfully said,
Um, Mom… do you remember, \”Every move I make, every step I take, it must be done in love\”?
I didn\’t know whether to smile or cry. I did know something needed to be done. I knelt down and said,
You are absolutely right. I apologize for behaving that way. Thank you for coming to me with a gentle heart….
My precious little conscience…
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