Friday, April 9, 2010

Testing the Waters

After waiting for what seemed like forever, for my kids, it was finally time to pick them up from the airport. I was so excited to see them (it had been six months since I had left Utah).

I don't recall much, but I do recall sitting at the gate with butterflies in my stomach. The plane landed and in my eyes it took an extremely long time for the stewardess to walk out with my children, holding their tiny little hands. They saw me, ran to me and almost knocked me over with the exuberant hug I received. All the way home, we (Peg's family included) could not wipe the grins off our faces.

Arriving at home we showed the kids the house and where they would sleep. When they were settled they were off to play.

With my background in psychology now, I can look back and see how all this blessed/tragedy has affected my children.

My son tested the waters right away! Not sure of the rules or how far he could push them, he, being "MY" son, automatically had to test them. Grabbing a small wooden bat, he hit his cousin on the head. He really didn't want to hurt her, it was just a test, to see if she would tell and if he would get in trouble. She told and he got in trouble! That's exactly what he wanted, boundaries.

The next day, it was my daughters turn. She got very angry at her brother, grabbed the first thing she saw (scissors) and stabbed her brother in the arm. We were scared, I was in tears and we immediately took him to the hospital. They told us it was not to bad and stitched him up. On the way home, relief flowed over us and Courtney got in BIG trouble!

Crying and very emotional, we enrolled them in therapy the next day.

God took care of my children, then and is still doing so. PRAISE HIM!

Because the Lord disciplines those He loves.
Proverbs 3:12

I am blessed
Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce

1 comment:

  1. I remember that! My sister and I were told to clean our rooms for Ace and Court's arrival. We didn't, so we weren't allowed to have them in our room to play. It was a punishment. I told Ace not to go in there when he got curious about what we had in there, he got mad, and whacked me with the first thing he picked up - my Louisville slugger. I screamed bloody murder after the shock wore off, and my dad came to find me holding my eye and Brittiany scolding Ace who immediately apologized. I had that black eye for at least a month. Yuck.

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