Her eyes flashed hot, “Really Mom?” her eyebrows raised, “Really?” My blood ran hot as my mind raced. Yes. REAALLYY! I wanted to scream with all my might. I must be doing something wrong. This can’t be what God intended mothering to be like. . . Her penetrating stare interrupted my inner dialog. “Yes really,” I whispered as my eyes flashed with anger. Lord help me. How can I teach her to control her emotions when I can barely keep mine in check? I used to think if only I mothered right there would be no confrontations like this one. …
