When I get up in the morning I think "Well today is a chance to do this parenting thing right." Today is one of those days where I think I blew it before the coffee was made.
I often wonder what is the difference. One day I can be so patient, giving loving answers, staying calm through the bomb shells bursting around me. The next day I fall apart over a look. I'm not sure really, what it is that makes the difference.
I only know that I can ask forgiveness from my God. I can teach my child about forgiveness by asking it of him. I can model for him that we all need it. We need to be strong, and humble enough to ask for it.
So I begin again.