Friday, June 06, 2008
Does this remind you of our old job? How many of these did we have to break up? Similarly, life in a big family, or at least a family so dadgum full of issues can sometimes resemble a brawl.
Devin, Millie (another reader here) and I worked at a high school that had a fight a day, bordering on some projects, a policeman in the media center with me, it was a tough 13 years there for me.
I'll be 54 this summer, I'm tired of breaking up fights, of heaving my body full force at rampant, out-of-control freight trains determined to express their anger. I'm hoping that as time passes, as we don't adopt new children, as we continue to have positive experiences, that these behaviors will soon cease.
Thankfully life has already greatly improved. Some of the more violent ones are either locked up, or grown and gone, or both. This July will mark the fourth anniversary since I accepted Memaw's sib group placement and God clearly let me know I was done, a momentuous decision for me, but certainly the right one for our family.
I just came inside, soaking wet from sweating in the garden, it's only 10 a.m., hot as Hades, time to clean the house, scrounge the pantry for dinner makings and take my young'uns swimming.
I'd asked a reader recently if I could link her blog, then I lost my mind and forgot who it was. Please humor me and email me the link. The good news is I also foget which kids peeved me, so it's easy for me to constantly forgive them and move forward. What's the point of holding grudges over behaviors they can't help?