My Most favorite Time of the Day

I love to wake up around 5:45 a.m., pour myself some coffee, go outside, and just sit and listen to....calm......

    Calm:  Freedom from motion or disturbance; stillness

With the start of school, there is NO time for calm....We get up, kicking and screaming, we throw on clothes, kicking and screaming, grab breakfast, backpacks, and uniforms, kicking and screaming, we get in the car and I throw them out the door at school...only to repeat this at 4:00p.m......

This morning I woke up sad.... sad because our night consisted of me absolutely losing my temper with my youngest son....I have been angry with him a lot, but last night was the worst......I even had to walk away for a moment..."They"  (you know the ones that know everything....love to know the genious who says this is true) say to walk away and count to 10 all while breathing.....okay, when I got to 1759 and still was mad, I decided I better walk back in to see where he wondered off to....There he was just sitting there, all the life was gone from his eyes.....There was absolutely NO calm in our house......

My 6th grader is having to adjust to a new chapter in his life.  It comes with going to a competely new school where he knows no one....He is having to keep up with a lot of different things, on top of having to remember ALL the homework assignments.  I know my baby, I know he is overwhelmed....The hardest thing I have to do is sit there and let him walk through this.....I want to pick up my 5'2 boy and hold him.....

So, this morning I went outside and stared at the moon.  What a wonderful gift from God that was truly needed.  A morning with a gentle cool breeze, moon shining down, and the start of daybreak, and a stillness.  No one up screaming, no one doing homework, no one forgetting books, no one texting....Just nice quiet calm.....

This gift was a lesson for me.  The dark night, to me, represents the struggle my son is going through, however, the moon is the light, which is from God, to know His ever presence....And the best part is the daybreak....the promise of better days......Hold on my child, joy comes in the morning.....I do know my son will come through this storm...I have an 8th grader that walked this very road and is well-adjusted...well, sorta, but that's another blog......

I gotta go hug two wonderful boys.......before they start the kicking and screaming!!!!!