Dear God,
Thank you for blessing me with a boy who is mostly easy-going and well-behaved. Thank you for helping him to feel happy and content, no matter where we go. Thank you especially for making him act right in public most of the time.
And God, please help those people over there near that lady whose toddler is screaming her bloody head off to be compassionate. Help them to realize that some kids are just born difficult and that it's probably not that poor mom's fault that her kid is acting a fool. Help them not to give her dirty looks, because you know she's already feeling like crap.
And that mom? God, just help her. Help her to remember that some kids are just born difficult and that it's not her fault. Help her to stay calm and collected, at least until they get out to the car. Please give her the patience and strength and tenderness that she needs to get through this. And when she gets home, let her cupboards be fully stocked with chocolate. And vodka.
Amen.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
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Chocolate, vodka, and patience - the holy trinity of parenting. Amen indeed.
Of all of the millions of times I've been "that mom" in this experience, I really hope someone was praying for me like this.
Strangely, I never ran out of chocolate.
You saw me in Target?!?!?! Just kidding. But boy, I could easily see that being me. What a lovely, perfect prayer you have written. Thanks for being such an understanding person.
And can I add an "amen"!!
Oh, God bless you for being so nice to me in Target.
The chocolate thing didn't work though. :(
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