While I'd love to tell you every evening is without hiccups, kids hanging on every word we talk about, and no fight in sight, the reality is not so. There are nights when all we can do is get the kids together and do a quick prayer.
My son can be enjoying a stuffed animal he has all to himself in his room, blissfully unaware of any other object or human's existence. But the moment his little sister enters the room and grabs another animal (which he was not playing with or knew was there), you'd think WWIII had been initiated.
While rest and peace are necessary and I may not do it well the reality is that even the endless enjoyment of rest and peace won't solve the issue, in fact, it may deepen the problem.
The older I get the more clear it becomes to me that life is about prioritizing the right thing. When I have my priorities right, the things that matter most get done.
Cleaning up from dinner, getting clothes out for the next day, and bathing each child is a whirlwind of exercise. (And that last one is about as easy as trying to wrangle a 30 pounds pig slathered in baby oil). Needless to say, by the time we get all the kids into a bedroom to wrap up the day...
Success as a parent is elusive. It seems as if the target is always moving. At bare minimum, it's overwhelming to think about all the areas we hope to raise our children successfully.
Preacher on the Run... 